We went to another gun show last week. If you don’t remember what happen at the last one click here. The boys had their wallets stuffed full of hard earned good-grade money. After they had put some in their give and save envelopes, it was time to spend some. So off we went to see what treasures we couldn’t live without.
W found the knife guy right away. After he spent a good 20 minutes smelling around looking for a boot knife, he finally decided he needed a diving knife. Keep in mind their are no oceans here in the middle of Kansas and darn few lakes that would be clear enough to make diving enjoyable. However, by-golly we’ve got boots. Bunches and bunches of boots. All that aside, he needed a diver’s knife. (Ben told me boys could never had too many knives or guns. Shocking thing is, I believe him.) Anyway. W wanted something he could strap on since they were lacking boot knives.
The last thing I told them before walking in was don’t forget to dicker. Deputy Barney all but ignored me and W just nodded. So I’m acting uninterested. At least as uninterested as I can with a camera in my hand. Reality is I had to be there to say it was okay to sell a ten year old a concealable diving knife, when W said this…
“Eighteen dollars! Is that yer friendliest price?
“I’d go fifteen for you.”
W nodded and immediately said, “Thirteen?”
The knife dude looked at me, shocked. I suddenly was in a conversation with myself about gum or something, digging wildly in my purse.
He smiled after a good long as he felt his profits going out the window and said, “I guess…for you *sigh* I’d take thirteen.”
W handed him twenty. I about died. There’s nothing better than coming home with a little cash still in your pocket. I hate to brag, but dang I’m proud.
Poor Barney on the other hand didn’t have as good of luck.
He wanted a croking frog and before he even got to the dickering part, the old man in the top hat said, “Buddy, those are my wife’s frogs. If I don’t come home with exactly enough frogs and money she gets maa-add.”
So Barney just paid him and the man said, “Go ahead and pick out the one you want. Try them all out.”
Barney already had and said, “No, I’d hate to make your wife mad. She sounds mean.”
Frogman almost peed himself laughing. You would think with that kind of comedic timing he would have given a discount, but what do I know?
Simply,
Sis
Tags: bartering, dickering, haggling, horse trading, how to dicker, humor, jewing, kids and money, saving money, teaching kids about money
LOL! This brings back memories of going with my Dad and he would have me do this for him. He said me being a girl and having that innocent smile worked wonders. I miss those trade shows…Good job to W. He has caught on quickly! This one time I got the best deal on a throwing tomahawk…oh fun times.
You posted this on grandad’s birthday. Is there a coincidence? “M”