debodun
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- Location
- way upstate in New York, USA
A guy saw my ad for a moving sale for this weekend and asked if he could come today and look. Of course, any chance to sell thing I will agree to. You'd think I'd have learned my lesson by now. Once he got his foot in the door and took a perfunctory look at what was for sale and not interested in that, he managed to get in other parts of the house despite my admonitions that nothing was for sale in the other rooms.
He didn't want anything that I had out, he wanted the things I consider family heirlooms. Even some I agreed to sell him, he offered a paltry amount so I refused. I've been selling wooden crates for $15 apiece, but he wouldn't give me $5 for the other six I have (that $5 for all, not for each). Then he wanted this statue which IS a family heirloom, but when I told him I turned down an offer of $350, he quickly lost interest.

Then he asked if I had anything out in the garage, so we went out there. He immediately grabbed my dad's tackle box and started pulling out the contents. I said that I was going to give that to my cousin to keep in the family since some of the lures were my grandfather's.

He just shoved everything back in the tackle box and jammed the lid down. I finally spoke sharply to him about how rough he was with my things. He tossed the box to me and said for me to put it back the way I wanted. He finally bought an old shovel and pitchfork for $2. That was a hard-won couple of bucks.
He didn't want anything that I had out, he wanted the things I consider family heirlooms. Even some I agreed to sell him, he offered a paltry amount so I refused. I've been selling wooden crates for $15 apiece, but he wouldn't give me $5 for the other six I have (that $5 for all, not for each). Then he wanted this statue which IS a family heirloom, but when I told him I turned down an offer of $350, he quickly lost interest.

Then he asked if I had anything out in the garage, so we went out there. He immediately grabbed my dad's tackle box and started pulling out the contents. I said that I was going to give that to my cousin to keep in the family since some of the lures were my grandfather's.

He just shoved everything back in the tackle box and jammed the lid down. I finally spoke sharply to him about how rough he was with my things. He tossed the box to me and said for me to put it back the way I wanted. He finally bought an old shovel and pitchfork for $2. That was a hard-won couple of bucks.
