I got a call from my dad today. I couldn’t have been happier to hear what he had to say. “I got an offer on the van for $750. Do you want to sell it?” I was like, “Hell yea I do!” Apparently, it was listed for $850, but we’d been sitting on it for so long I figured any amount over $700 was probably worth getting rid of it.
An hour later, I got a call from my mom telling me how the whole deal went down. Some guy was up north at Fortune Bay with his girlfriend doing who knows what. Well somehow his wife found out what he was doing. She and someone else drove all the way up to the casino from the Twin Cities to take the truck they drove up there. As you can probably guess, she was successful in “stealing” the truck which I’m told was worth $50,000. Not knowing how he was going to make it back home, unfaithful dude heads to the bar to drown his sorrows and grabs a paper. I guess the first ad he saw happened to be our ad for my old van.
With a quick phone call, he coaxed my dad into driving the van up to Fortune Bay for him to have a look at it. My dad said he seemed kind of wasted, so he wouldn’t let him take it for a test drive, but he did drive the couple around for a little bit. They were satisfied and handed my dad a wad of $750 in bills.
They also exchanged phone numbers for some reason and the guy told them if they’re ever down here to give him a call. He claims his son is one of the best chefs in town at some steakhouse. I’ll believe it when the juices are running down my chin. Regardless, I’m rid of that stupid old piece of junk and I couldn’t be happier! Like the title says: my best night at the casino ever.
