CROOKED
Carter needed a car. The salesperson gushed, lied, and sold him a lemon.
Carter went to complain to the owner. Who should appear, but Colonel Hogan—dressed in a gaudy checkered suit, looking bloated and old.
It was a shock. This was the colonel after all. They all figured he'd go on to be president or something, not a used car salesman.
A flash of shame crossed Hogan's face. But it didn't last.
Hogan still had a silver tongue and soon Carter was convinced that the problems with the car were his fault. After all, what else could it be?