Noodling on the web one morning I found out that I was selling vehicles illegally. If I was in the business of selling, I need to be licensed as a dealer.

Oh, well. Everything’s been working out just fine for me. I skated through those recent bad deals.

My previous sales were a distant memory – I was eager to start selling more. So, I decided to up my game a bit. I got a low-end truck and a car from an auction and another car from a new parking lot friend.

I put ads for all three vehicles on Craigslist. Of course, my ads said they were all real gems. You’d think people might see through my ads.

“Need to sell fast, so price is flexible. Call with best offer.”

And my cell number was the same for all three. Would anybody notice?

The first two cheaper vehicles sold quickly.

The last one took a bit longer to sell. Of course, it was the one I was most eager to sell. Why, you ask?

Well, not that I passed the information along, but the auction provided vehicle history reports for the first two. I had no information on the last.

So, I bought ICBC and CarProof vehicle history reports. I wanted to educate myself. To my surprise, there was a statement in both reports that the vehicle was possibly *stolen.

I knew I had to sell it fast.

I mean, I’d paid for it and I knew my new “friend” wouldn’t take it back.

Four days later, I got a call from a young woman. She asked if the car would fit a family of four. “Definitely!” I practically screamed.

I was a wreck during this sale. I just needed to get rid of this car – fast. I told the nice lady the details of the car. Apart from being stolen, it was pretty nice!

I told her I was in a hurry to visit my mum in the hospital. She was in a hurry too – her three-year-old was anxious, pulling at her pant legs. She seemed to not want to be there as much as me.

Finally, she agreed to buy the car. Phew! I was saved.

Whatever happens next, I don’t care. It’s her problem, not mine.

I quickly changed my phone number (again).

Weeks later, I saw her on the news – with kid still at pant legs – talking to a reporter. Apparently, the car was towed away by the police.

And yes, she was trying to find me.