[Frank Lee]

Years ago I called an ad for a Toyota pickup; I was at work and told them I'd go straight there the minute I got off work. I did as promised, only to arrive and see the truck driving away with the new owner. Burn!

Then there is the Honda Super Cub I've been lusting after forever. I actually saw one sitting out- presumably for sale as there was no sign on it. Nobody answered the door at the crummy "business" location it was at either. So I went home and tracked down the name and number of the outfit online. I called and left messages. The next day I went back and guess what- the Cub was gone. Turns out the business was open the next morning and someone bought it that morning for $50. Never did get a callback.

Oh, there's the time me and "my best friend" went out "junking"- hunting collectibles and whatnot. The agreement was, who spotted something first had the dibs. So I was driving and I spotted nothing more than a car's roofline way off in the distance. I hit the brakes and said "There's something cool back there but I don't know what it is. Something '50s." It was on private property and nobody was home. So unbeknownst to me, my friend goes back the next day- somebody was home then- and buys the '57 Lincoln Premiere 2-door hardtop with a/c out from under me for a song. So much for that agreement. I no longer go "junking" with that individual.