My Dad just got sucked into a situation right outta Life of Brian.
We've been trying really hard to sell some furniture, make some money, yadda yadda.
Phone rings. It's a woman from our apartment complex saying she saw one of our beautiful pieces of furniture for sale, so i handed the phone off to dad.
Furniture piece: Bought for $2,700. Dropped to $1,100, and dropped finally to $900.
Dad: Tell you what. Think about how much you're willing to spend, and if we still have it..
Woman: What's your bottom price?
Dad: Well, $900, but we really don't want to take it with us, so i'll sell it for $800.
Woman:That's not what i had in mind.
Dad: Alright, well, if you wanted to think about it...
Woman: I'll give you $1,000 for it.
YOU'VE GOT TO HAGGLE!
On a side note, i've been packing today.
I'm trying to be selective about the books i take, but how does anyone do that? It's like...i don't know. Probably against some sort of law somewhere.