Ah. So *that’s* why they call it a test drive.

Not gonna say the dealership or the car, but everything was fine before the battery discharge light went on and the car lost power. Fortunately, we hit nobody, didn’t crash the car, and eventually pushed it into a strip mall with a pizza place. That was the most fascinating thing, really: three wiry older guys just appeared out of nowhere and helped us maneuver it into a parking space. Then they disappeared, as quickly as they came, with the exception of the one guy who wanted to know if we needed help with Triple A.

…I fucking love this country.

Moe Lane

PS: So, yeah, we’re probably not getting that car.