No worries
"Just tell me how much you're willing to pay." "I'm not sure. A couple of hundred, maybe." "No problem. You can pay me when you get here. I'll be out front." "Thanks." I put the receiver down and turned to see her standing in the doorway. "The boys are coming," she said. "What's going on?" "We're getting a truck," I said. "I'm going to sell the Porsche." "You can't sell it." "I'm selling it." "You just can't."