For those of you who know me–you know that I am thrifty. I became a deal hunter at an early age. I have fond memories of the days my mom would pile us all into the mini-van with page of highlighted garage sales to seek out. We would all get a garage sale allowance and it was up to our discretion to spend it wisely.
My boyfriend was not raised as a deal hunter this I learned last weekend when we were spending a weekend in the beautiful New Buffalo, MI. The small towns that stream between the Indiana-Michigan border are filled with antique shops.
We were in one such shop when Ryan found a wine rack he really liked priced at $68. My mom explained to him that in antique shops you don’t pay the sticker price you are allowed to haggle.
So he went to the front to inquire about the wine rack–the shop owner said in her very thick Russian accent ” You give me $55 I give you now”. He said “Okay”. No counter offer no haggling just okay sounds good. I had to smile and I couldn’t resist giving him a hard time about being an easy sell.
I think in the future matters of haggling and thrifty shopping will be left to me.