THE BIG LIFE LESSONS
Yesterday, at the Rose Bowl flea market, I noticed a 5ft by 5ft painting of a First Nations warrior on a horse in the middle of a buffalo stampede.
The seller told me the painting was worth $28,000, which of course was completely irrational, the man had it hanging on the side of his van.
After much haggling (at around $400 he cried out “I can’t take $400! That’s crazy!”) I told him, “I guess maybe $175, PLUS you have to give me one of your cookies.”
He sighed, “For $20 more I can deliver to Studio City. I need gas money you know.”
Sharply, I nodded and told him I needed to go for a walk and think about it. As I began to walk away, he shouted, “You’re gonna get me down to $175 and walk away?”
"Yes sir!" I said.
The reality is, the value of that $28,000 painting is what people are willing to pay for it.
The value was nothing.
Sorry dude, the big life lessons are never painless.