Last week, I told my dad about a car that I had found on Bisman. It was perfect. Low miles and a cost that I could afford. He traveled to Bismarck and stayed with my brother for a few days and said that he would check out this car. Well, he told me that someone else had already bought the car when he went to go look at it. I was devastated. This car was the car for me, I could pay for it and I could rely on it and it was beautiful. My dad then suggested that we went to Bismarck on Sunday (today) to look at cars anyway because they had more options then Minot. I agreed and we made plans to go. My brother Kory then piped in with saying that his friend who works on the oil rigs had a car that he didn’t really use and was thinking about selling. So today when we got to Bismarck we decided to go strait over to Kory’s friends house and look at the car. Kory had the code to the garage since his friend was working. When the garage opened I was impressed, that car looked JUST like the car that I wanted. It was same year, same color, and same type of car. What a coincidence! My dad then stated that if I liked it we’d have to make an offer on it. He then asked Kory what his friends last name was, Kory replyed “I don’t really know, we’re not that good of friends.” What a looney. My dad then took out the title for the car and had me come and look at the guys last name, to my surprise I saw my name. My sneaky family bought the car I wanted then cleaned it up and hid it from me! SNEAKY SNEAKY! I love them so much.