Last night over dinner a friend told me of an event the night before when a stranger buzzed his apartment intercom. At the door to his apartment complex was an enraged man who had apparently, earlier that day, bought a car in a private sale. The individual whom he had bought it from had listed my mate's apartment address as his. The reason for his being there was that within three hours of owning the car it had ground to a halt from massive mechanical faults and this angry fellow was seeking his money back. Sadly it looks like it's going to be a tougher hunt to track down this seller again, who apparently, was Irish.

True story.