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.

Dad: .....Okay.



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.