"Friend" of the family was the mechanic at a local service station. Would give me what I thought was discounts.
In reality, after a few thousand dollars, he made a comment to a fellow workmate "That he didn't know why I kept bringing the car back for work. It was a bomb and I should've gotten rid of it years ago". He however was quiet happy to work on it when asked.
Didn't realise I overheard the comments.
It took a couple more of these sorts of incidents before I stopped trusting people in general.
Edit: First car when still in high school early University.
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