Big surprise, but he is not telling the truth. I know, hard to believe a used car salesman could dissemble so. The matter was criminal, as he knows, involving a deluded girlfriend, a spa endeavour north on Yonge St, and some shenanigans that ruined her life and set the old man up the river. He thinks I am Jiminy because I am a friend and big supporter of Michelle. After all the towels he folded at that spa, you'd think he noticed how popular she was, and the number of friends she earned. More than a few of those friends, and I am one, don't take kindly to his treatment of her and his continuing act of leveraging naive owners until they grow tired of his act, then trashing them on his way to the curb.