A lady called Sue.
We see all kinds of people. Tall people. Short people. Happy people. Really happy people (because they got good bang for their buck). Cat people. Dog people. Both those people are backseats with fur people. We’re okay with that.
All of them are looking for a convenient way, a safe way, to sell their car. One of those people is Sue.
Sue had a Mercedes CLK. It was her elder brother’s. He had recently passed away, and she inherited it. Now, you’ve got to understand, Sue is one of those Jane Austen types. You know, who love reading the Classics, those old school novels from the Victorian era. Where everything was very prim and proper. Tea at 4 o’ clock. One lump or two? That’s a reference for a spoonful of sugar.
Unwanted car needs love.
Anyway, she tried driving her CLK, and it really wasn’t her… cup of tea? It accelerated too fast, even out of sports mode. She constantly felt like she was navigating a guided missile.
It’s a beautiful car, but it isn’t for everybody, certainly not for a Victorian-style lady.
Sue wanted to sell it but didn’t know how. She tried a website and received a lot of offers. Some of them seemed dubious though. She’d been told by her sister’s son not to trust EFT statements nor cheques in the metaphorical mail. The offers were very high, the prospective buyers very insistent.
The best way to sell your car.
But her instinct was to play it safe. Anyway, she’d read countless stories of people who’d been snaked.
Fortunately, and not just for her but one of our sales reps (we give great commissions), she saw our Facebook page. Decided to download our app.
“I’m not really one for these things, fancy apps and whatnot. I mainly use my phone for calls and Candy Crush,” she said. “But I saw all the positive reviews, and I liked that BuyCentre is backed by Unitrans. Very respectable. Like the Late Queen’s Mother.”
Entering the information was easy. Sue simply used her Driver’s Licence barcode. The cellphone camera snapped it, and all her information was instantly loaded.
“I normally hate filling out forms. Terribly tedious. Oh, ‘name’. ‘Surname’. ‘Status?’ ‘Divorced, thank bloody goodness.’”
Next, she only had to snap some photos of her car. “I’m not really a photographer. I take pics of my grandson, he dribbles a lot. It’s very sweet, really. They do that, you know. Babies. It’s funny how when your (ex)husband does it, it really, really, is not.”
Quick and accurate.
Sue is the patient type. She walks her faithful golden retriever around the block. She enjoys cribbage with her friends. (She’s lethal.)
But she didn’t need to be patient. We had her an offer within an hour.
“It seemed more than fair. It was accurate according to what my friend’s son said – a surgeon by the way. He would know, he’s extremely successful. And on the market, if you’re interested. Very handsome. I can arrange an introduction. Loves the arts, and all that.”
“This car was driven by…”
We weren’t interested, but our clients tend to be very generous, for some reason.
So, Sue sold her CLK, and bought a nice, pristine Oldsmobile instead.
We buy cars, and we make it easy for you to sell them. And sometimes you can buy from us, too.
In this particular case, when we say, “It was driven by a little old lady,” it happens to be true.