Back around maybe 1978, I had a '65 Chevy Bel Air for sale. Plain Jane, straight 6 engine, no power equipment.
A kid I knew called me and came to check it out. He wanted a work car so he wouldn't have to drive his good car to work. I asked him $250 for the car. (Remember this was the 1970's). He told me he'd think about it.
A few days later, I ran into the kid's father on the street in town. He offered me $175. I knew the father well enough to know if he offered $175, you did't hold out for $176, 'cause it wouldn't come. So I told the father I'd take $175. Figured it was better than having the car sit around all winter. He said they'd stop over in a day or so and pick the car up.
An hour after I got home, the kid called. Said he wanted the car, but he was a little short on money and could only offer me $200.
I said, "Hey, Mark, have you talked to your dad lately?" He said, "No, why?"
I told him I'd just sold the car to his dad for $175.
We still laugh about it.