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Me, a Salesman and a 20 Year Old Car
One step at a time to overcoming fear
It’s 10:30am on a Saturday morning and I’m loitering outside the gates of the world’s smallest used car dealership.
Dealership might be an overstatement.
I can see the yard through the wire fencing, the edges have been giving over to weeds, the nearest vehicle has a flat and the office is pre-fab. I look at my phone and a few raindrops hit the screen.
The salesman pulls up in a tow truck, yet another car on the back.
‘Morning!’ he says as he gets out the cab and crosses the road to me.
‘Hi!’
I am looking at a car. To buy. For myself.
This is not a situation I’m hugely familiar with. Having, y’know, never owned a car (aged 30). But I’m feeling good about the situation. I’ve made the Decision.
Indecision is the most crippling thing. So I finally made the Decision to Buy a Car.
