If there's one thing I really hate, it's being talked down to.
So today I took a bunch of old football cards I have (1971-1972) to a local card shop just to see if they were interested in buying them, or if they knew anyone who was. I know they're worth money, at least according to the card pricing guide they gave me the first time I was in there before I brought the cards. It's a 1200 card set, all of the cards in the same series, so on and so forth. Now, I don't really care for football cards or collectors items of any sort, it's not really my thing, so getting some cash from them would be nice, considering my current job situation (I'm getting laid off May 4th, but that's a different story).
So I take the cards up there, the guy spends an extraordinary amount of time flipping through each individual page, taking out cards, looking at them, and then he shows them to the owner, more looking, more standing around, and then the guy tells me they'll take 100 bucks for the whole set. I explain to him that if he thinks they're worth that much then the post 70's card and sport memorabilia trade is non-existent and their shop wouldn't even be able to function.
I take the cards back, go to walk out and he says, "You know the offer changes when you walk out the door." Treating me as if I'm walking away from some magnificent deal, so I told him if the offer doesn't go up he can go fuck himself.
So important lesson kids, just because you think something has value, it's only worth as much as someone is willing to pay for it. So just because some price guide says these 36 year old pieces of cardboard I have are worth money, they're only worth as much as someone is willing to pay for it. Of course, after doing some ebay searching, people are willing to pay much more for these cards than the assholes at the card shop were willing to shell out. So I'm going to put them on ebay, and if they sell for substantially more than $100 dollars I may or may not go back to the card shop and let them know what dicks they were.
So today I took a bunch of old football cards I have (1971-1972) to a local card shop just to see if they were interested in buying them, or if they knew anyone who was. I know they're worth money, at least according to the card pricing guide they gave me the first time I was in there before I brought the cards. It's a 1200 card set, all of the cards in the same series, so on and so forth. Now, I don't really care for football cards or collectors items of any sort, it's not really my thing, so getting some cash from them would be nice, considering my current job situation (I'm getting laid off May 4th, but that's a different story).
So I take the cards up there, the guy spends an extraordinary amount of time flipping through each individual page, taking out cards, looking at them, and then he shows them to the owner, more looking, more standing around, and then the guy tells me they'll take 100 bucks for the whole set. I explain to him that if he thinks they're worth that much then the post 70's card and sport memorabilia trade is non-existent and their shop wouldn't even be able to function.
I take the cards back, go to walk out and he says, "You know the offer changes when you walk out the door." Treating me as if I'm walking away from some magnificent deal, so I told him if the offer doesn't go up he can go fuck himself.
So important lesson kids, just because you think something has value, it's only worth as much as someone is willing to pay for it. So just because some price guide says these 36 year old pieces of cardboard I have are worth money, they're only worth as much as someone is willing to pay for it. Of course, after doing some ebay searching, people are willing to pay much more for these cards than the assholes at the card shop were willing to shell out. So I'm going to put them on ebay, and if they sell for substantially more than $100 dollars I may or may not go back to the card shop and let them know what dicks they were.
I actually laughed out loud and thought 'damn, I wish I was giving you head.'
And then I realized that I must just be a horribly dirty person because that says get out of not give..