This was an interesting week. We had an old camper at the store. It wasn't worth much, but it did still work (for what it was). It was the same type as we had when I was a kid.
There was a 14 year old boy in with his Grandpa on Wednesday. The kid saw it and loved it. Had to have it. So Grandpa bought it for him, and the kid will be mowing Grandpa's lawn to pay it back. Just the right kind of story. That felt cool.
Thursday, late in the day, a couple of guys come in. They're dressed in clothes so ragged they barely stay on. They've got about one mouth full of brown and crooked teeth between the two of them. I figure most sales people would've blown them off pretty quick. They ask about used trailers.
I end up selling them two that we had taken in on trade. They haven't been inspected yet, nothing fixed, totally as-is. They're more than fine with that. Turns out they make pretty good money fixing carnival rides. They need the trailers to live in, and a couple thousand cash for a trailer is nothing. They can fix anything that's wrong, as long as the A/C works.
Today on the way home, listening to a comedy public radio show, there's a mock commercial for duct tape:
...Because often enough the quick fix is all you need to keep something going until you can learn to live without it. This segment brought to you by duct tape--just about the only thing that really works sometimes.Posted by fictionman at July 15, 2006 06:24 PM | TrackBack (0)