So, I had a really nice futon. I have been looking at it for 3 years, and I thought it was pretty bad. Until I realized that I just sold a $150 futon for $35.
They were so cute, a young couple going to Austin to start at UT this spring and have a lease on a 3rd floor apartment and didn't want to have to carry a big-ass couch up 2 flights of stairs.
And she was so anxious, was it only $35, but had I made a mistake and I meant to put $135, or was it really only $35?
And I smiled at her 19 year-old expression of excitement and my heart melted. Her first step into an adult world and she has a nice futon to start with.
She probably needed the money more than I do.
I know. I'm so soft-hearted sometimes.