Many years ago, during high school, I helped my girlfriend Samantha and her mother Barbara with their garage sale. Barbara, an admirer of antiques, had carefully scoured sales such as hers to decorate her house. Her prized possession was a marvelous oak queen-sized bed, lavish in its intricately carved design. Alas, having recently remarried a man who stood 6’5”, with a son on the way and a newly purchased home, a queen bed would no longer suffice and all was to be sold.
In great condition, the bed was priced accordingly.
Barbara would not budge on the price, not for anyone. Soon after the garage sale got into full swing, a lovely lady perusing the wares stopped short upon seeing the bed. Barbara and the lovely lady spoke animatedly about its beauty and Barbara desperately wanted her to have it; but the price was prohibitive.
