The other evening a random stranger knocked on the front door and asked if our car was for sale. “For sale?” I murmured, clearly confused. “No.” The man nodded and gnomically continued on his way making me feel as though I’d just missed out on the deal of the century. He might as well have asked where my aunt kept her rugby league trophies or my views on medieval crop rotation.
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