My beloved little red piece of junk car that I’ve had since Hubby and I were dating, finally incurred a repair that cost more than the car is worth.

So, I looked at a carport’s worth of cars for sale on a variety of online platforms. We made a list of the possibilities, their pros and cons, narrowed it down, and I started contacting owners.

“Chuck,” texted to meet near a gas station. It was a decent car, fair price, very clean.

“Why are you selling it?” I asked.

“My wife is pregnant with our third, so we want a bigger car,” he said, while scratching his face with a non-ring-bearing hand.

Doesn’t necessarily mean anything, I thought.

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