Fuck you old man!

Though I do enjoy gloating about my flea market and swapmeet scores occasionally I get shut down. Case in point, today I tried to buy an original Arthur Smith AF40 at a local flea market stall.



The silver trim, lining and chin straps were in good condition. But it was plain white and a size small. When I say small I mean tiny, like a 6 3/8 size for a child. My plan was to use it for barter or to sell at the next swap. It was marked $30.

I asked the codger in the stall if he'd take $10.

He replied, "It's $30, plus tax".

I asked if he'd take $20.

He replied, "It's $30, plus tax and I dont take checks".

I then asked if he would go down on his price at all.

He replied, "It's $30, plus tax. If you dont want it, dont buy it. It's a nice helmet and it's worth $30" as he took back the helmet from my hands.

I was in a mild state of shock. I've never had a flea marketeer refuse to barter on price. Moreover, I paid only $15 for an original 70s sparkle helmet and $5 for my AF50! I wanted it, but not for $30. That old fucker was the worst type of low end retailers, an obsessive hoarder who is more worried about parting with his swag than making a sale. Hey gramps, it's only worth something if you can sell it, go fuck yourself. I walked out disgusted, but with my wallet still riding low in the water.

You gotta know when to hold'em and know when to walk away...