My Summer Job in College

Between my freshman and sophomore years in college, I got a job in a car dealership working in the parts department. My job was a rather cool one. I checked in the parts coming off the truck every week, and then had to move them, and then deliver them all over the state each day to small garages. The problem came when our forklift died. It was older than I was, and there was no bringing it back to life. It was time for a new one.

My boss was a bit of a penny pincher, and was not about to buy a brand new one. He was more interested in a used forklift that still had a lot of hours left on it. And he left this task to me. I had to find a forklift in California in the summer time when I already had too much to do. Needless to say, I made rather quick work of tracking one down on the internet.
My boss and I rode out to where they had them, and saw the one I found on line. He tried it out, and got the price where he wanted it. Two days later it was delivered, and just in time. The truck rolled in about an hour later.