I almost sold my car this week. Pulling out of a multi-story carpark, I was stopped by a middle-aged man in his tradie ute.
"How much?" he asked.
I gave him a funny look as I tried to come up with an answer - I couldn't recite the carpark's hourly fee.
"How much FOR YOUR CAR?" he rephrased
I explained that it wasn't for sale.
"Change your mind?" he asked, pointing at the signs in my back window.
I tried explaining, but after several minutes I had to physically pull down the signs so he could read them ...
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