Yesterday morning at 8.00 I drove into the car market parking, accompanied by my cousin who is a sales kind of guy, and better at negotiating than me. The entry to this parking lot goes via a fenced off road. At either side behind the fence buyers from an origin best described as north african and eastern European went crazy for the former zozmobile, slamming their hands through the fence to knock on my window and enquire about engine, age and mileage.
"Mesjeu! mesjeu! quel moteur? Mesjeu!!" "Eeee! Eee! Here!! here!" "I buy , I buy!!"
After answering some questions, I paid the entrance fee and drove to a free parking space, while the moroccans and eastern europeans were running in front of, left, right and behind my car in an impressive imitation of presidential bodyguards. Of the badly dressed, fat and shifty kind.
"Mesjeu!! Mesjeu!! Par ici mesjeu!!" As I parked my car, several were quarreling over the privilege of the right to be the first to be seated on the throne of the zozmobile to make a testdrive across the parking lot.
We decided to grant a guy who looked like a kind of north african pimp who hit on bad times the first ride, and of we went for some grand circles to show off the perfect state of the engine. * The fact that the rear bumper was dented and had two cracks, the airco was nonfunctional, the shocks had received a remark at the car inspection, as well as the brake disks needing replacement sometime soon, was easily waved away by dazzling rebuttal, "Mesjeu, the car is for export to your desert regions where the height of transport is a cripple camel with an STD it got from your father. Surely you cannot be serious that these minor things are reason for concern, much less price reduction!" Eastern europeans were equally adressed by mentioning the scientifically proven fact that their population was usually too inebriated on wodka to see the difference between their fat wives, a truck and a perfectly good car anyway.
* We later learned that the corner where the first driver (who is apparantly an expert) parks the car (to seemingly discuss a bit on finer points), indicates to the rest of the buyer-gang wether the car is worth a dime or if they should leave the worthless piece of crap alone. Indeed, some cars were never even asked about, while the 'good' ones receive visits all the time. These guys are organised and have a code for everything.
What came next was a seminar in how to try to undermine a seller
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