On a recent visit to the abandoned car dealership, I was introduced to a man who had driven his car for about a decade and a half.
He told me that his car had been a rental, a way to survive when he had to sell his car, and that he didn’t want to leave it behind.
The man, who was wearing a black shirt with a red stripe and white pants, looked older than his 30s and spoke with a steady voice.
The first thing I noticed when I walked into the dealership was that the floor was painted white, with white panels on the floor, with a white floor mat.
The windows were white, the ceiling white, and the walls were white.
The interior was white, though it was decorated with mismatched furniture and mismatched pieces of furniture.
The wall where the driver sat in his car was painted black.
The only furniture was a pair of blue jeans, the only item of furniture was an empty beer can.
A white light on the ceiling lit up and the room was dark.
The dealership was closed on Saturday.
On a sunny Monday afternoon, the man had brought the car to the dealership, and was standing by the door waiting for me to come inside.
I was greeted by a man with long brown hair, a beard, and a black T-shirt with the logo “Tiny House” across the front.
The small, white-fringed building looked like it had been abandoned.
I asked the man if he owned a small business.
“No, no, no,” he said, before continuing on to tell me that he had just been looking to sell it and that it was in good shape.
I went inside, and as soon as I entered the room, I saw that the walls and floor were covered in old carpet and chairs.
A woman sitting at a table in the living room, with her legs crossed, had her arm wrapped around a large blue bottle, a glass of wine, and some empty plates.
I walked up to her and asked her if she was ok.
“Oh, I’m fine, thank you very much,” she said.
“How did you get it?”
“It was my husband who gave it to me,” she answered.
“So how did you find it?”
“I saw it on Craigslist,” she told me.
“Did you look at the ad?”
I told her that I had.
She told me she had found it on the website for a home improvement company.
She said that she was looking to lease it out to people in her neighborhood, and wanted to rent it to people with small homes.
“Can you let me know if it needs any work done?”
I wanted to know if the car needed any work.
“Yes, please,” she replied.
I thanked her, and asked if I could take a picture of it.
I did that and gave it a quick shake.
The woman who gave the photo was the owner of the business.
She asked if she could give me a call later.
When I asked her to take me to the car, I heard the woman say that the driver had just come out of the parking lot.
The car was a rental that was parked in a lot across the street.
The owner said that the owner had been in the car for the past few months, and she had no idea where it had gone.
I told the woman that the rental had been gone for about two years and that she should have called a tow truck before giving the car a call.
“I think you should have,” the woman said.
I said I had to check with the car owner to see if it was still there.
She called me back a couple of hours later and told me to give her the phone number of the tow truck company, as well as a toll-free number for them to pick up the car.
I gave the woman the phone and the car and called the number, which I could get to from a nearby phone booth.
I called the toll-less number and asked to speak with the person on the other end.
When the man answered, I asked what the tow company was looking for.
“We are looking for someone who will take a rental car to a new owner and rent it for a year,” he told me, adding that the car would be paid for by the rental company.
I agreed, and told him I would call back if I had any questions.
When he hung up, I told him to give me the phone again.
I checked the phone as I walked over to the other side of the car on the parking lots and saw the owner’s name on the phone.
I texted him that I would have a look at it.
The next morning, the owner called me to ask if I would like to have a talk with him.
He had a long beard, a thick mustache, and thick black glasses.
He said that he hadn’t really had much contact with the people who had rented the car or