Lois is browsing around a used-car dealership in Columbia, South Carolina when Murray, the dealer, approaches her.
M:That coupe's a beauty, isn't it? Forty percent cheaper than the sticker price, and only two years old. Low mileage, too.
L:Hmm ... it is well below the industry standard of twelve thousand miles per year. Could I have the original owner's phone number, so I can checksintosthe car's history?
M:I'm afraid you can't. We have a confidentiality agreement.
L:How about written documentation of the car's service and repair history?
M:Ah ... we don't have it here. This car camesintosour Charleston lot.
L:Wasn't Charleston severely flooded this spring?
M:Yeah. ... Oh, you think I'm trying to sell you a flood-damaged car?
L:It does smell rather musty. Can my mechanic check it out?
M:Er ... we have our own mechanic, ma'am. He'll tell you it's a good car.
L:I'm sure he will.
M:I can come down on the price a little, if that's what you want. And if you pay an extra seven hundred dollars, we can give you full dealer-certification.
L:But a two-year-old car should still be under the manufacturer's warranty. Forget it. The deal's gone sour. I know a lemon when I see one!