I had a collectible Batman cookie jar. I felt it was just taking up room in my apartment so decided to sell it. I put a Craigslist ad up in the “collectibles” section.

The going rate was $65 on ebay. I was asking $18. Yes, I’m a generous one. Really. (Although, I have smartened up in the sense that now people need to actually pay me for my ideas and such.) Not only was there an established going rate for this item, its value would likely increase over time, so the $18 price tag was quite the steal.

A man in his 40s comes over in the middle of the afternoon. He walks in, inspects the item and offers $15. (In my mind: Fifteen bucks? F^&# Y*#!)

I refuse and he agrees to pay $18. “It can’t hurt to try to get a better deal” he proclaims.

“I think $18 is an extremely fair price. Who is it for?”

“It’s a gift for my little son. He’s going to love it!”

“How old is he?”

“23.”

He then proceeded to walk around my apartment, looking for things to buy. Who said I was selling my other belongings?!??

He leaves in disappointment, hoping to have purchased other items.