Ok, so holding on to the hopes that some guy in a socks and sandles combo would buy our car was a little like wishful thinking. It was pretty lame because he kept us hanging on for ages and then said no for a stupid reason, I guess he's entitled to it and I guess he didn't appreciate that we literally had 2 days to sell the car. Nevertheless we thought we would just go for the next best offer, as our last alternative was giving to a dealer for about 50p. So our wishes were granted when at 9pm at night some random weirdo (just our type) rings us up for a test drive there and then. This guy was desperate, really desperate. He needed to buy a car there and then, and it was all a bit dodgy. I mean, he could have quite easily ram raided the nearest Bank of Australia with our Nissan Pulsar as his accomplice. He had cash on him there and then but we were still waiting for a decision from our Indian pal, so when he let us down at the last minute we didn't really have a choice but to give it to the weirdo. We didn't get much but we still did ok given the fact that we sold it one day before we left the country. So thank god, the biggest headache in the world, is finally over!
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