The value of a vehicle

A guy hauled off my minivan today. It’s been sitting in the driveway exuding divorced dad energy for a decade as it grew a bit of mold. That’s how long it has been parked on my to-do list – never quite climbing high enough for me to act.

Then a guy stopped by. He parked at the edge of the driveway and never stopped idling his pickup truck. That’s a detail I really should notice in the moment as a red flag. Is he worried about getting boxed in by the police? Is it a psychological trick to create time pressure? Does he have a screwdriver thrust into the steering column?

At this point I would have paid him to haul the van away, but instead he paid me a nominal amount. I have to respect the hustle. I’m sure there are plenty more people like me who leave things sitting around so long they’re relieved just to have someone else take care of it for them.

Now I’m feeling a bit of nostalgia. I’ve been ignoring it for years, but even an old falling-apart minivan is full of memories.