Dovetailing

John liked my car. So, as of tomorrow night, it will no longer be 'my car'. It will be John's car. Things really can move fast sometimes, can't they? (Not my car, obviously, but my life.)
He knocked the price down a bit, because I think that's just what people do in these circumstances isn't it? As a friend of mine stated recently while trying to move house, "When people are making big purchases, they stop being human and become bastards" and I think there's an element of truth in that. There seems to be this shitty game you play where the buyer and seller are dishonest with each other and have to make petty points to try and stiff each other on the price, before eventually settling for an amount that neither of you are probably happy with.
Anyway, John (and his mechanically minded cousin 'Jezza') found a few faults that need looking at, but said if I dropped the amount I was asking for, they would use that money to buy the parts and then do the work themselves. The other option, which they didn't need to point out to me but obviously felt they should as part of the bargaining process, is for me to get the work done by someone before they purchase it, which would cost me parts and labour. I nodded, played the game by pretending to be giving it careful consideration, then shook his hand and said I accepted the offer.
Then, while doing the paperwork, it came up in conversation that John used to play the drums for a covers band! So we bonded a little over that and I was able to talk about things I actually know about, rather than trying to bluff my way through a car sale. It is funny sometimes how the right people seem to enter our lives at the right times for the right things to happen for both of you, isn't it? No wonder some people get religious...

RC 24-5-23