My daughter and I were out the other day and saw a furniture store having a "Going Out of Business" Sale, and a large banner which read "No Reasonable Offer Refused." We were tempted to see if they meant what they said, and thought about going in and offering $5000 for a $30 chair.
"No! We must refuse that offer, lady. . . it is clearly unreasonable."
"How about $4999, then?"
(Note: We took said daughter back to college yesterday, and I miss her already. We got her settled into her dorm room, purchased her textbooks, and had time to grab a bite to eat before making the lonely trip home. Thank goodness for cell phones, because we were just out of the worst of Atlanta traffic--and my eyes were just about dry--when my phone rang. "Your books are in the backseat of our car? Yes, I know that you will probably need them for class. Great, I guess we'll be seeing you again in about 3o minutes." Another hug good-bye, and then we were back on the road, needing a few more tissues. Seems like yesterday I was taking her to kindergarten.)