Years ago, in college, I sold my Ford Escort for $450. At least, that’s what the buyer and I agreed on. Turns out, he only gave me $400. I was young and dumb and trusting. Never counted it. I chalked it up as a life lesson and went on with my life.

A few months later I was leaving my friend’s apartment in the wee hours of the morning when I saw that same Escort. Being lazy and sentimental, I had never taken the Escort’s keys off my keychain. What followed was a months long campaign to get my $50 worth of entertainment out of this serendipity.

It started small. I moved the seats. Then I turned the radio on full. It escalated slowly. I’d take the spare change and stack it on the dashboard. I’d create art from the backseat trash on the passenger seat.

Right before my friend moved out, I drove that old Escort of mine the the other end of the parking lot, maybe a hundred yards away. I never got to see a reaction to any if this but I can say with certainty that is was definitely worth the $50.