Wilford considers it. Really hard. Having a decent car right now wouldn't change much, and it might make things easier.

"What do you charge?" he asks.

He can take some of his money from the bar, but that has to last him a while. At least until he can get his boss fired.

Wilford starts up the car without issue (because at least the damn thing runs), and pulls out of the space. When he gets to the road, he tries to inch out, but people are too busy running the red light to actually let him onto the road.