Quixotic Quantum Quandary has arrived once again to test your wits this Sunday evening, before the full effect of the evening’s festivities sets in. Or perhaps after, if that sharpens your focus–to each their own!
Recently I have engaged in a half-hearted endeavor to sell my daily driver project utilizing my current favorite means for commerce in the modern world, Craigslist. I am soon to be engaging in a long distance move, and being down one vehicle will add a bit of simplicity to the whole operation, as well as giving me the chance to make an interim stop along the way to pick up a project that has been sitting for somewhere in the neighborhood of 13 years. Because there isn’t really much urgency, I mentioned in the ad that I might be open to trades and such, on the off chance somebody offers up something interesting.
Well, I have received some communications expressing interest, even a fellow or two come and take her for a spin. And of course, being the way selling a car works, the level of commitment has varied wildly, to include the ‘Do you still have ____?’ followed by no further response after I say that yes indeed I still have it.
The grating response though was the fellow who asked me what I might trade, and I responded with my areas of interest, as well as the level of cash I would like to get in the event of a partial trade. He then proceed to send me something like 6 text messages, outlining the items he had to trade, then informing me that they were all worth too much to trade–too much to trade for the number I had put as wanting in cash, he seemed to have missed the other $1500 that was the asking price in the ad. Then he told me how he has spent the last 6 months looking for this specific vehicle to buy, and that he knows–KNOWS–that all it is worth is $2000 less than the already low asking price ($500 less than the price he had arbitrarily assigned as my asking price, not the actual. Not really an offer ever, just that all it was worth was that lowball number and was I interested? I tried to come up with any number of appropriately witty and sarcastic responses, and finally dashed off a simple ‘Oh, I’ll be in touch.’
Maybe he was using some sort of negotiation code that was beyond my understanding, maybe he was just a giant pile of poopy. Either way, this sort of bargaining seems way off base, and I have no idea how you would get a sale, good deal or otherwise, communicating with people like that.
And just in case the two images are poorly communicating what this particular item just might be, here is your hint!
If any of you friendly frequenters of the Quandary have some ponderable particulars that you would care to share, a little tidbit of forgotten technology, please send some photos my way! Just email HycoSpeed@gmail.com and throw Q³ in the subject line so I’ll see it.