I think we bought a truck from a drug dealer.

posted by sharla, who has never used drugs.

we have been looking for a good quality truck for some time now. we've needed one for a long time, but didn't have enough money for one that wouldn't break down every month. then in december, the Lord provided the rest of the money and we were excited. but then we shopped and shopped and shopped and found that there were very few quality trucks available (except for brand new models that were VERY expensive).

and so we were discouraged, and I, for one, was tired of shopping. it was getting frustrating because we were having to rent trucks for various needs - at the construction site, for groups, for other mak needs.

then last week, a truck came up on a dominican car shopping website that i hadn't seen before. it looked like a great truck for a great price. it was in bonao, a city that i had never been to, about an hour away from where i was in santiago.

teresa white and i set out for bonao on wednesday. we looked at the truck. it was great. a mechanic looked at it. he said it was great. then it started getting weird.

we went into the dealership office. now picture this with me. this is a small, corner lot dealership in a small town with maybe 30 cars. it doesn't seem like the kind of business that makes a man filthy rich. but what do i know? the office was fancy as far as these kinds of offices go in the DR - expensive art, the latest technology, people offering you beverages left and right.

we were invited into the president's office. turns out he had a big tv that he kept watching - it was showing surveillance of his lobby. ok. then we got up to go to the bank. he pulled a hand gun out of his desk drawer and put it under his shirt. now mind you, we were NOT carrying a bunch of money to the bank. no, no. the bank was going to run my credit card and put the money into his account. the bank was two blocks away. were we in danger of some sort of violent crime in a country that suffers from a mere 7.6% of the aggravated assult rate as the US? (I looked it up.)

so you put this together and i fear we bought our truck from a drug dealer. i think it'll be okay. why don't you come down and go for a ride with us? (p.s. the twins were just modeling. we do not drive with them in the back.)