We dickered and haggled the vendor and me
The price I wanted to pay he could not see
Fifty US dollars is my final offer, I said.
I’ll keep it he replied; probably until he is dead.
If you’ll trade me for the one that I want I’ll give this one to you,
Then we can both finally end our hunt and find better things to do.
But if you decide to keep that one and leave me in the lurch,
Then our days of dealing are done and I’ll continue with my search.
Because I know that if I wait long enough I can find another one
And it really shouldn’t be all that tough and a new deal can be done.
It’s all up to you about how to proceed, the ball is in your court,
It all comes down to a matter of need, this deal is your last resort.
So you can take my final offer or put it down and walk away,
I don’t really need to add to my coffer I don’t need this deal today.
Oh you’re not going to take my final deal but it’s the best that I can do,
Well I can certainly see how you feel let me get my manager to talk to you.
My manager can make a deal that’s great and then I’ll be back to close,
In his hands lies my ultimate fate so I’ll just be patient I suppose.
Garage sales used to be a simple event but now they’re cut throat as can be,
A few extra dollars can be heaven sent especially in this economy.
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