Stop in for a cup of coffee

well not as bad as my story...

I was 17, enlisted in the Army Guard that year, 2004. A couple days before I was to ship out for BCT, I stumbled across a 1970 B5 Blue, Plymouth Barracuda, 340, auto. Bucket seats. sitting on concrete blocks. reverse gear was out in the trans, car hadn't moved from inside the barn since 1979. Guy wanted 500 bucks. I had the cash, but being a minor in my state, you had to have parents signature to buy a car. or to withdraw the funds from the then joint savings account. Mom refused to let me buy it due to lack of air bags. I inquired about it when I got back home from BCT 11 weeks later, guy had crushed it... for 200 bucks in scrap metal at the time.
Double ouch. When I was a Junior in High School our shop teacher had a 59 Corvette for sale. 283 4 speed power windows, both tops. Nice little car. $1200. I went home and asked if I could buy it but I knew if I would call it a Corvette the answer would be no. I just said it was a 59 Chevy. Dad was smart enough to know that 59 Chevy's don't sell for $1200. Busted! I didn't get that car!