Haggling

I’m trying to sell our ‘88 Honda Civic hatchback with 219,000 miles to the guy that works at the video store.

Me: “I want to return these two movies.”
Him: “Okay.”
Me: “Also, I found my keys finally so I can turn that car on now.”
Him: “Oh, did you bring it or something?”
Me: “Yeah.”

Him: “Here? Now?”

Me: “Yeah, you wanna go look?”

(He sprints out of the store, out to the parking lot. I have just enough time to turn it on and have the CD player kick in before he goes back inside the store. When I finally catch up with him …)

Me: “So what do you think?”
Him: “How much you asking for it?”
Me: “$200.”
Him: “I’ll give you $185.”

Me: “Okay.”

Him: “Um …. ”
Me: “What was that, haggling?”
Him: “I thought that’s what we were supposed to do … ”
Me: “Yeah, I guess. I’ve never really done that before … ”
Him: “Me neither. Oh well.”