Carnival car sale

–Why don’t we do the deal Monday so we can do the transfer-of-ownership bureaucracy at the same time?
–I’d really like to have it this weekend. Look, I’ve got the cash with me.
–But you haven’t seen the car yet!
–No, no, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Let’s go and get it, I’ll pay you, and we’ll do the papers asap next week.
–OK, but make sure nothing bad happens between now and then, because it’s still in my name.
–No problem, I’m going to drive it straight up to my granny’s in the village and leave it there.

The car is seen the next day in the carnival parade, roofless and full of chickens, with a tree planted in the middle and a notorious drunk behind the wheel.

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