"Well Buddy, wha'd'ya think?"

"It's cheap enough, PeeWee, but these Vegas are all stiffs. They burn oil. You can't put the radio and the headlights on at the same time, or the battery goes dead."

"But the $200's all I got for a car! What else am I gonna find, runnin'?"

"Yeah, you got a point. But let's make sure that this one's got some life left in it. You go ring the bell. I'll wait here."

A few minutes later, PeeWee returns.

"What's the matter, PeeWee? You go to a funeral or something on the way up the block?"

"Ah, I lost out on the car!"

"Wha'd'ya mean, it's right here!"

"Yeah, yeah. But the guy's wife was talkin' it up at her office. Seems somebody there's got a kid that needs a cheap car. They're headin' right over to look it over. They're gonna grab it. I'm outta luck!"

"Do you want this car?"

"Sure, I do!"

"OK, your buddy Buddy is gonna get it for you, even cheaper yet!"

Buddy walks down the block to his car. He opens the trunk and takes out a can of engine oil. He gets a bottle opener and punctures the top of the can of oil in two spots. He now walks over to the Vega and opens the hood. He pours the oil all over the engine of the Vega.

"C'mon, PeeWee. Thinking makes me thirsty."

Buddy and PeeWee go across the street to a bar and both order Rheingolds. They stare out the little window, after rubbing off some of the brown, nicotine&tar.

Sure enough, a half an hour or so later a well-dressed, middle-aged couple with a teenager in tow approach the Vega and look it all over. After giving each other approving glances, the party proceeds to 515 Jersey Avenue. A few minutes later another middle aged man comes out, along with the group of three. His hands are waving as he is talking, perhaps extolling the many virtues of the Vega. All four get in the automobile. The car pulls out and heads down the block and around the corner.

Not five minutes had passed when the car reappears. Blue smoke is now pouring out from uner the hood. After parking, everybody gets out of the car. The owner is now making frantic motions, seemingly denying any prior knowledge of the car's, now obvious, serious engine problems. The group of prospective buyers was hurrying away, faces indicating annoyance, irritation, and disappointment.

"Peewee, did they give you a number to call to see about the car?"

"Yeah, they wrote it down and handed it to me. I got it right here."

"Good, let me have it."

Buddy sat down at the bar and watched TV for about fifteen minutes. He then slowly finished his beer and then walked over to the telephone.