Ah, but I love the (car) hunt

I lived a couple of blocks from the corner gas station in the big city, Milwaukee. They posted counterfeit bills taped to the bullet proof glass that they took in and some of them were damn hard to tell from real money. I don’t blame the guy.
When I go to look at a car I take cash, Benjamin’s. I set a limit of what I want to spend, put it in my pocket and the rest goes in my shoe. If I have to spend more than pocketed money, I tell them I have to go to the bank for the balance. If the guy wants to go to his bank with the cash after we have struck a deal, I have no problem with that.