sketchy business...

As you might know, Ross is known to accumulate junkie cars and then try to sell them. Our current venture has been to sell Brown Sugar. She's a 70's brown Dodge. We finally had a guy who wants to buy it at the asking price of 900 big ones and he shows up with only 300 dollars. Now, we know better than to just let the guy take the car and pay the rest later b/c of runaway past buyers. So, Ross told the guy he had 2 weeks to come up with the rest of the money and we would keep the car until then. Today, we were in Denver helping Ross' mom pack for a trip when we get a call from this dude saying he rode the bus to our house and wants to buy the truck. Ross told him we wouldn't be home for another 7 hours and told him to go home. The guy said he was going to stay around minturn. Great. We finally roll up to our house at 8:55pm and sure enough, there he is....drunk as a sailor. He had been drinking during those 7 hours and tried to blame his drunkenness on Ross. It is now 9:40 and the guy just left and is hanging out down the street. Ross finally had to call the cops (ok, the chief..it's a small town.) b/c Ross gave him back his 300 dollars he would not leave. I won't even go into what he tried to talk to Ross and our front house roommates about during that time. I mean, this selling crappy cars business is a sketchy thing. I'm scared for my life....ok, not really, just scared from Brown Sugar's life.