It seems that everyone gets some kind of a deal when buying a big-ticket item like a new car or a used airplane. Well, everyone but me. In his youth, my Dad was a horse trader. He could start out the day with a spavined, sore-backed nag at sunrise and come home that night with a string of cow ponies. The result of my horse trading was usually the reverse.
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