Is this what it feels like to be swindled?
My BF and I found this really gorgeous, antique-looking chair that was for free years ago at a garage sale that knew might actually be expensive. Now that Im moving, Ive had to sell everything, even though I didnt want to sell that chair but dont have any ability to transport it.
Anyway, I tried searching for what it was years ago under Victorian-style chairs but came up nil after hours of research. This last week, however, I got lucky, spotted something similar and discovered its a Queen Anne Wing Back chair. Moreover, a mint condition one goes for
$3000.00. Good condition ones on Ebay are $700.00.
Since mine obviously wasnt new, I searched for similarly conditioned chairs, tried to do research (discovered it had Cabriole feet), so I wouldnt get swindled on Craigslist (oh ho ho). Posted it and didnt get a response until today (I move Monday).
We decided a meeting time and when they arrived, they were dressed in really dingy, food-stained clothes. I felt a sense that they may not know what I was selling at first, but then they started to go through the motions of testing the chair, inspecting the fabric, telling me how theyre going to gut it and reupholster it anyway and that alone will cost them $700 (aka its not worth it for my asking price).
Being inexperienced but still well aware of what was happening, I tried by best to haggle a price Id be happy with. They then proceeded to explain all the faults of the chair, obviously exaggerated, and then they shot back with, Well give you $40 bucks for it. My heart sunk because I knew what was happening and didnt know how to retaliate. I countered with a slightly higher price and they immediately accepted. The woman had the biggest grin on her face.
I felt humiliated, so to avoid showing that on my face, I proceeded with small talk about why I liked the chair to begin with while they prepped to move it...and before I could finish explaining that under certain lighting conditions, it has this nice reflective sheen to it, she cut me off and said, Thats because they wove threads of silver into the fabric. She smiled again, even bigger this time.
Threads of actual fucking silver she says.
I will have nightmares of that transaction for weeks.
Well played, lady, well played.
The chair in question: