Bob’s Bargain Bangers

by joetwo

Robert Rupertson, Bob to his friends, ran a used car business in our town when I was going up. There was a wide range of vehicles of all kinds of quality there for sale. Mostly they were wrecks, sometimes literally,  held together with superglue and hope. We all called it the Angel Yard, since so many of the cars there had long ago passed  on.

But that would do Bob a disservice. You see; Bob may have dealt mainly in Bangers but there was a fair few gems in his stock. The rusty bucket he was trying to flog may have had the insides of an Ebola victim or it could very well have been a piece of automotive perfection maintained all its life by a mechanical savant and run perfectly.

The thing was, you just couldn’t know. Bob was not one to allow too close a look at the merchandise. The price was all the same, dirt cheap. You just paid you money and you made your choice. End of story, no take-backs no cash backs. You had to live with your choice.

But people were funny. Though the chance of ending with a good car was middling at best. People would still visit the Angel Yard and make their choice, maybe a few times, discarding each banger as they became apparent. They said it figured that if they bought ten cars from Bob, odds are that one would be a keeper and they still would have spent less then going to a more reputable dealer.

For some this strategy worked. For many others it didn’t. And through it all Bob kept trading, dealing in hope, one car at a time.

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Written for The Light and Shade Challenge for Monday the 23rd of June 2014 

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