AtLarge said:"Hypothetical" scenario.
A widow is disposing of some of her recently deceased husband's possessions, including an old pool cue. The cue-ignorant widow is advised to contact Knowledgeable Cue Dealer (KCD) to discuss the cue. KCD goes to her house, inspects the cue, and asks her how much she wants for it. She says she doesn't know, it has just been lying around in the attic for most of the past 35 years, ....., how about $250? KCD pays her the money and leaves with the cue.
The next day, KCD calls one of his cue-collecting customers and sells the highly inlaid Balabushka cue for $25,000.
Was KCD unethical, just lucky, or something else?
Patrick Johnson said:You guys are jumping to lots of conclusions.
1. Nobody said "KCD" was referred as an appraiser or advisor. He may have gone to her explicitly as a buyer, in which case he's entitled to make the best deal he can.
2. Just because she's a widow doesn't mean she's needy or even bereaved. She may be a rich nag who killed her late husband for the inheritance.
About 90 percent of this sad story is in your heads.
Yes, it's in our heads, and since I often end up playing the devil's advocate (some of you might even think I aspire to become the devil himself) I must say that I like Patrick Johnson's scenario, especially since the initial post (above) didn't describe this woman much more than being "cue-ignorant" and "widowed". Hence, I choose to think that she killed her husband and spent his life-insurance on crack.
In fact, I was actually in a slightly similar situation (sans the crack) as I was buying a 120 year old Brunswick off someone who didn't really know the value of this cue. However, the difference was that I ended up paying top dollars for it, not because I'm ethical or a good person but simply because I'm a fool and an idiot. To make things worse, I'm now having it "bastardized" by no other than Ryan Theewen (Rat Cues) in the hopes of converting it into a real playing cue, (Ryan, I'm still waiting ;^)
-- peer
By the way, I happen to know that Mr. Bumpypickle has no friends and lives alone in a van by the river. He also microwaves cute puppies for breakfast every morning.