The owner of the Corolla arrived. I had been watching the parking lot through the window, and I knew it was him as soon as I saw him turn into the lot.

I didn’t like the color too much. I am not very fond of teal. It wasn’t the most important factor to me, though. Other than the color, the car was beautiful, and it was, after all, a dependable Toyota Corolla.

He and his son got out of the car and walked into the Dunkin Donuts. I stood up and approached them. We shook hands, and I followed them outside.

I had to cancel those other appointments to see other cars. I figured it was worth it, though.

The following day I went to South Station to take the commuter rail from Boston, MA to North Attleboro, MA. There was a small twist in the story as I had been waiting at the wrong track. Fortunately, I realized it before my train had left, and I ran to the Attleboro train just as it was about to leave.

I was carrying my backpack, with nothing but a couple of books, my keys, my wallet, and my checkbook just in case. I didn’t plan on buying the car immediately, but I thought I should bring my checkbook in case I needed to make a deposit to hold the car.

When I arrived at the North Attleboro station, I looked all over for a teal or green Toyota Corolla. I couldn’t find it. I called the owner, and he apologized and explained that he was running late but would be there soon.

He had an emergency and would take another half an hour, so he suggested meeting somewhere in town. I walked into North Attleboro alone and found a Dunkin Donuts, from which I called the owner. He knew the place and said he would meet me there with the car.