What I was Feeling When Tom Delayed the Sale... Again

                         Running an auto repair shop is hard to do. Trying to run one in the Valley of Ashes is even harder. First of all, almost no one knows I exist out here. Even when they do, all the business still usually goes to the city- the large companies there out-compete me in every way. They're faster, cheaper, and have tons of workers. So in order to stay afloat, I have to jump at every opportunity, which is extremely stressful.

                           That is why working with Mr. Buchanan is so frustrating. He is my ticket to an easier life, if he would only sell me his rich-man's car. I could make a killing off of it, but the problem is the pompous braggart knows that. I'm convinced that he is toying with me, dangling his car in front of me. I suppose that's how he gets his kicks, by showing off his economic power over me. Why else would he constantly visit me, but never sell? Even his excuses are flimsy. I'll give you an example of one of our conversations:

Hello, Wilson, old man, how's business?
     I can't complain. When are you going to sell me that car?
Next week; I've got my man working on it now.
     Works pretty slow, don't he?
No, he doesn't, and if you feel that way about it, maybe I'd better sell it somewhere else after all.
     I don't mean that, I just meant--

                              C'mon, I work in this industry- I know it doesn't take this long to fix a car for sale.