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Kusanagi's post reminded me of this. When I was living at home and bought a new car, my dad offered to sell my old car for me- he enjoyed that sort of thing (I have no idea why, the mere thought of having to invite strange people to my house to try to sell a car would make me break out in hives). So he listed it in the paper for $1,000 and waited. A couple of days later, some woman called and said she wanted to see it. She showed up, I happened to be home.
She was a sight to behold (more sarcasm than should be legally allowed is being used). She was as wide as she was tall, TONS of makeup, sweaty, acrylic nails that were way way too long, platform sandals, short shorts, and a halter top with a heavy duty support bra underneath that was way too visible. She looked like 15 cosmetic surgeons each injected her with a Texas sized amount of collagen in her lips, they were THAT BIG.
She wanted to haggle. My dad said nope, so she left. She called the next day to see if he had reconsidered. He said no. She called two days later, still no. Then the next day, still no. This PITA called over and over for two weeks, at which time my dad had sold it to someone else for the asking price. I begged him to be the one who could tell her, and I think he was so sick of her he agreed. So, when she made her next call, I said my dad was out, so she asked if the car was still for sale, I said "No, it's sold". There was a long silence, then she actually asked how much it sold for. "The asking price". I could tell she was ticked. I was waiting for her to pull the race card, but she didn't. During one of her little haggle-sessions, she accused my dad of not lowering the price for her because she's black. Um no- it's because it's a fair price and you're annoying me so much I won't lower it for you out of spite, you stupid wench.
On a side note, my dad no longer enjoys selling things in the paper.....
She was a sight to behold (more sarcasm than should be legally allowed is being used). She was as wide as she was tall, TONS of makeup, sweaty, acrylic nails that were way way too long, platform sandals, short shorts, and a halter top with a heavy duty support bra underneath that was way too visible. She looked like 15 cosmetic surgeons each injected her with a Texas sized amount of collagen in her lips, they were THAT BIG.
She wanted to haggle. My dad said nope, so she left. She called the next day to see if he had reconsidered. He said no. She called two days later, still no. Then the next day, still no. This PITA called over and over for two weeks, at which time my dad had sold it to someone else for the asking price. I begged him to be the one who could tell her, and I think he was so sick of her he agreed. So, when she made her next call, I said my dad was out, so she asked if the car was still for sale, I said "No, it's sold". There was a long silence, then she actually asked how much it sold for. "The asking price". I could tell she was ticked. I was waiting for her to pull the race card, but she didn't. During one of her little haggle-sessions, she accused my dad of not lowering the price for her because she's black. Um no- it's because it's a fair price and you're annoying me so much I won't lower it for you out of spite, you stupid wench.
On a side note, my dad no longer enjoys selling things in the paper.....
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