Two weeks ago -- and two days before I was going to list my car for sale -- I backed out of the parking garage and peeled the rearview mirror off the driver's side door. ARGH.
I took it to Luke, our awesome mechanic, with visions of a $300-400 bill. He fixed it for $180.
Yesterday a young man called to ask me if my car was for sale. He took a cursory look and called to say he would buy it.
This morning I met the guy's dad and mom (who turned out to be customers from the wine shop) at the bank. They gave me my asking price in cash. I signed over the title, just like that. Done.
"How did you hear about the car being for sale?"
"Luke our mechanic."
Aren't broken mirrors supposed to be bad luck?
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