Today we did get rid of the Bad Car-Guys. Fasika was was a spectacle. E.g., when counting the money I was returning to him, he began tucking it under his crotch to separate the counted from uncounted bills. We convinced him to put it in a bank envelope instead. There were a lot of bills -- the currency's constantly being devalued against the dollar. When all counting was done, but no papers signed, he grabbed the money up and began stuffing it into his socks! I caught his hand and said he had to wait till the papers were signed. He thought that was very funny. After all counting was done, he abandoned his share of the signed papers, hid all the cash in his socks, and said he was off to buy some goats with the money and that it was going to be a great investment. He is a big, clean-cut athletic-looking guy, in his early 30's, I think, Today he came alone. Yesterday his compatriots showed up in force and they all stood around with their arms crossed, looking grim. There were four of them, three of whom are big and/or muscular. Fasika and Fekadu were dressed like gangsters -- well, mostly Fasika, who was in a formal black shirt, pants, and shoes. I greeted them like old friends. What could they do, remain all stiff and surly out in the law-school parking lot? Maru (the lawyer) was also unfazed, and had been smiling sweetly, talking with them as Abrahame and I came up. Today Fasika arrived, 2 hours late, in semi-athletic garb, well after Maru had had to go back to teach a class. But Maru'd drawn up the sales-cancellation agreements by hand while we waited. Look here for photos if you can't see them below: <http://s1144.photobucket.com/user/celebrateoften/library/Canceling%20car%20sale%20contract?sort=2&page=1> Photoshop's a bit of a trial -- you'll have to click ea photo or view them as a slideshow to see complete images. [Posted in FML 7787]