|..: '98 White Toyota Corolla|
I got a phone call this morning.
"Hi, this is [so-and-so] from the 76 service station. When are you going to come and pick up your car?"
"My car isn't there," I replied.
"Really? Is this Ms. Jessica Scribner?"
"Do you drive a '98 White Toyota Corolla?"
"No, I drive a '99 Green Mitsubishi Mirage."
"Have you *ever* driven a white Toyota? Maybe it's the person you sold it to?"
"No, I've never owned a Toyota. I had a Saturn that I brought in a few months ago, but I haven't been to your station since then."
At this point she asked me to hold on a second, and I could hear her and the manager yelling at each other. "She says it's not hers." "But her name is on the paperwork." "But she's never owned a Toyota." "Well, it has to belong to someone!" "But it isn't hers!"
She came back to me on the phone then and rattled off a home phone number, asking if it sounded familiar. "Nope, sorry."
"Well, I'll try that number then. ThankYouVeryMuchI'mSorryToBotherYouHaveANiceDayCLICK!"
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