Knock, Knock, Knock.
Scruffy guy at the door: “Are you William the Coroner?”
Me: “Yes, what can I do for you?”
SGATD: “I’m here for the Malibu.”
Me: “What Malibu?”
SGATE: “The one you haven’t made payments on.”
Looks and sees the tow truck in the driveway.
Me: “I don’t OWN a Malibu.”
SGATD: “The one Roberta J bought for you?”
SGATD: “I think she gave the bank the wrong address.”
Me: “I think so. You’re welcome to all the Malibus you can find. I like Fords.”
I checked. My car is still in the drive. And no, it’s not a Malibu.