Cars

There was a mechanics place that I had been to with my previous car. That place from time to time sold used cars. The owner knew that I had wanted an old car like a Toyota or a Honda so when he got one in, he called me and told me to go there. 

I had only met the owner once or twice so that it's likely that he hadn't remembered me. I found the car on the lot that was for sale. And he said, "Oh, you're interested in that one?" As though I had found it serendipitously. He said that I needed to come into his office. I asked if we could do the paperwork outside(because covid was raging). He screamed, "GET IN HERE, NOW" in a nasty, crazy way. A normal person at this particular juncture would've left the parking lot area but I really wanted the car. So I opened the glass door of the office but held the door open to the outside, and didn't venture further inside. The owner said, "I could put on a mask, if you want."  I just stood there. He said nastily, "If you are soooo Scaaaaared, give me your drivers license and I'll meet you outside." I gave him my driver's license and walked outside where the car was. He came out with paperwork  and gave me my license back.  He said, "What car insurance do you have?" "I don't have car insurance," I said. Why would I have car insurance if I didn't have a car??  He said loudly, "Well then you can't drive it." I was stunned. I just stood there for a second bewildered because I was use to places with used cars - dealers or mechanic garages - just slapping on dealer plates and off I'd go. He said again, "You can't drive it." I walked quickly away from him back to the taxi that I had arrived in.