The house at the end of Frank’s street was holding a garage sale. Usually, the yard was overgrown, and the windows boarded up. So, of course, everyone in the neighborhood was rushing to be the first ones there.
Frank eyed the trinket on a table. “I don’t know,” he told the seller. “It seems pretty beat-up.”
The owner looked Frank in the eyes when he replied. “It’s very old.”
“I can see that,” said Frank. “Any chance I can get a deal?”
The old man laughed. “There is,” he said. “But do you really want it?”