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<p>[QUOTE=&quot;Vroomer2, post: 1215764, member: 80251&quot;]Accidentally, I walked into <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/place?hl=en&amp;bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.&amp;biw=1280&amp;bih=850&amp;wrapid=tlif130978269690110&amp;um=1&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;q=california+coin+and+stamp+san+luis+obispo&amp;fb=1&amp;gl=us&amp;hq=california+coin+and+stamp&amp;hnear=0x80ece6be7b6cc227:0xbc0290c2ceef0f46,San+Luis+Obispo,+CA&amp;cid=3505091059928582782" target="_blank" class="externalLink ProxyLink" data-proxy-href="http://maps.google.com/maps/place?hl=en&amp;bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.&amp;biw=1280&amp;bih=850&amp;wrapid=tlif130978269690110&amp;um=1&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;q=california+coin+and+stamp+san+luis+obispo&amp;fb=1&amp;gl=us&amp;hq=california+coin+and+stamp&amp;hnear=0x80ece6be7b6cc227:0xbc0290c2ceef0f46,San+Luis+Obispo,+CA&amp;cid=3505091059928582782" rel="nofollow">my coin shop (when I lived in Cali)</a> with the owner digging through an estate and working with the widow and her son. As soon as I walked in, I instantly realized what was going on. My dealer, being old school, acknowledged me and I stayed out of his way. I sat at the other end of the counter where he kept the graded Morgans.</p><p><br /></p><p>My dealer closed his shop on Mondays. And, I wasn&#039;t thinking that Monday and happened to drive by to see if he was open. I had been at <a href="http://2002haus.com/" target="_blank" class="externalLink ProxyLink" data-proxy-href="http://2002haus.com/" rel="nofollow">my mechanic&#039;s shop</a> and was on my way back to my town. So, I rolled up on a deal in progress.</p><p><br /></p><p>And we&#039;re back in. I&#039;m at the end of the counter with the 2 milk crates at the other end. My dealer&#039;s wife is there and she asks if I need anything. I politely tell her that I am just browsing, can wait until they are done with the estate, and would like to quietly watch the deal.</p><p><br /></p><p>Soon after, the widow&#039;s son starts asking me about coins. He must be insane or dumb. Still not sure.</p><p><br /></p><p>So, before he gets into playing me off my dealer in my dealer&#039;s shop. I shut him down. I pointed him to the Red Book on the counter and explained to him that book will tell him 90% of what he needs to know about his dad&#039;s collection currently being itemized and picked apart. He raced to the Red Book, fanned the pages, and put it back. Next, I told him that if I started making counter offers in my dealer&#039;s shop, I wouldn&#039;t be welcomed in there ever again. Finally, whatever my dealer buys, since I&#039;m sitting here, staying out of the deal, and being polite, I&#039;ll get 1st look at the collection. He backed off.</p><p><br /></p><p>For the rest of the time the widow and her son were in the shop, he would come up to me with a mint set, or a commen, or something and ask my opinion. I would politely remind him where I was and what my position was on staying OUT of the deal. When this didn&#039;t work, I would tell him, &quot;<i>Yes, that sure looks like a mirror</i>&quot; or &quot;<i>Yes, that does have its certificate of authenticity</i>&quot; or &quot;<i>yes, it&#039;s in a nice furry case</i>&quot; and other noncommital stuff.</p><p><br /></p><p>At the end, my dealer bought &quot;<i>un searched</i>&quot; wheaties for face and I paid him 2x for the rolls.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Cutting in on a deal in someone else&#039;s shop has to be up there in dumb things to do. Right under completing the circuit of a car battery with your tounge. :goofer:</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>But hey. Jump in if you can afford it. Take pics. Post results. I love good stories. <img src="styles/default/xenforo/clear.png" class="mceSmilieSprite mceSmilie1" alt=":)" unselectable="on" unselectable="on" />[/QUOTE]</p><p><br /></p>

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