I took my old polo for an MOT years ago. I’d agreed to sell it to the friend and MOT it before I gave it to them. Went to pick it up
“everything OK with the Polo?”
“sort of”
then he reeled off a number of fails, and the things they had tried to do to rectify them, how that hadn’t worked so finally they’d had to replace the fuel pump and some other bits.
They totted up a bill for about £600. I was thinking “christ, was there not a point when you might have picked up the phone”
As I started getting my checkbook out, the guy hands me some keys
“those aren’t my keys”
“Oh the red polo. That ones fine, passed first time”