Another “cash” anecdote - The last show I did last year was in a
south Florida city I for which I got flamed for making a “thinly
veiled” reference last summer. I won’t repeat that mistake, but some
of you will remember it.
Anyway, during the show in that city, a woman and her boyfriend
come up and started aggressively negotiating a lower price on a piece
I have clearly marked with the price. I asked if she had cash, which
she said she did. We negotiated a cash price. When it came time to
settle up, she asked me where an ATM was! How the heck should I
know?!? This is her city! I pointed out a couple key intersections of
which I was aware, and sent her on her way.
Five minutes later, I hear someone coming down the aisle of the
show, past my booth yelling, “Does anyone know where there is an
ATM???” I pretended not not notice as they passed. At that time, I
took the piece back out of the box and returned it to the display.
Another 20 minutes or so pass, and the woman pops back up at the
booth and asks, “Have you seen my boyfriend?” When I respond
negatively, she kind of sighs and say, “He was supposed to meet me
here.” I suppose this was my last opportunity to let her off the hook
and accept a credit card for the cash price. I decided not to take
the bait, and that was the last I saw of her.
Yes, “cash” is the green stuff I can use to put gas in my van for
the long drive home.
All the best,