Seven Hundred Short

I drove down to Chula Vista the next day to check out the $800 cart that was posted on Craigslist.  I barely had $100 in cash & coins to offer her.  The cart was parked in her driveway & looked like it hadn't been there very long.  

"Well, here it is," Anna said. 

I think I just wanted to see a cart up close.  Ask some important sounding questions, like I knew what the hell I was talking about.  

"Eight hundred, huh?" I asked.  "And, your ad said that it has all the city permits."

I ran my hands over the stainless steel & tried to visualize what the late night food hustle would look like outside of Winston's on a Saturday night.

"Yep, cash only.  And, yes, it's all up to date with the city," she said, opened a small compartment & showed me the white & blue inspection sign with an "A."

I kicked the tires, swished my finger around the bottom of the sink & opened the mini refrigerator to admire it's cubic depth.  "Well, I have to talk to my partner about it, but it looks like it could work," I said, twisting both knobs of the grill top.  "Would you take six hundred?"

"No, sorry.  My husband & I are pretty firm on eight," she said.

"Alright then, I've seen what I need to, thanks.  I got your number & will get back to you in a few days." 

I shook her hand, climbed into my '92 GMC Sonoma & drove back to OB thinking of anyone I knew there that would be willing to front me seven hundred bucks.