This is my first post on a ride that never happened. I never even met Peter. We just texted.
I was on my way when I got his first message.
Peter: Currently discussing terms with a dealer. Might take an extra few minutes. I’m sorry.
Me: How long do you think it will take? I am six minutes away. Will it take more than ten?
Peter: Not likely
Me: OK. No problem.
I didn’t ask what kind of dealer. I thought maybe I was going to a car dealership. Nope. It was an apartment complex in a questionable neighborhood. He was inside negotiating. I can only assume it was a drug dealer. There were some young men on a balcony watching the parking lot when I pulled up.
I texted him again.
Me: Here when you’re ready.
Peter: They are persistent.
Ten minutes went by. Still no Peter.
Me: I can only give you a few more minutes.
Three minutes later.
Me: Sorry, I gotta run.
Peter: I understand. Thanks.
That was it. I canceled the ride. Peter was charged three bucks.
But I’m sure he saved at least that much in negotiations.