memorial day weekend 2003 : 05/27/03
I know, everyone wants an update. I went to LA this weekend, to visit Mike\rquote s family. It was mostly quiet, but there were 2 major events.
1) We went to Santa Monica Beach. Where we walked the boulevard, shopped at trendy mall stores, but while not in a mall, and ate a delicious snack of freshly chopped apple in a cup drizzled with caramel. Mmmmm.
2) I paid too much for some cherries.
It\rquote s my fault \endash I was out biking on my own and saw a street vendor selling them. I thought it was a good price \endash namely in that it was the price that she was selling it at. Mike thinks I paid too much.
I was never very good at haggling \endash which was a distinct disadvantage when we went to Vietnam as, much like buying a car here, you never pay the sticker price for anything in Vietnam. If you do, everyone points and laughs. My main haggling strategy while in Vietnam, was to stand slightly behind Mike (or one of his relatives) and look lost. Then, when the negotiations where getting really heated, I\rquote d leap in. \ldblquote Can I get a coke too?\rdblquote I\rquote d ask, furthering the process.
Mike and his family had the technique down \endash carefully engaging in the haggle dance. \ldblquote Your niece/son/daughter/wife would love this snack/scarf/brooch/marble horse.\rdblquote The venders would slyly point out.
\ldblquote My niece/son/daughter/wife has three of these snack/scarf/brooch/marble horse things at home, and don\rquote t really like them. I guess I could buy another one to annoy them, but it\rquote s not worth annoying someone at that price.\rdblquote The buyer would coolly counter.
The trump card was to walk away. Remember George when Jerry was buying the new car? It works. Walk away mid-deal and the vendor will run after you, the price falling sharply. The interesting thing about it all was that the haggling is only good for that item. Mike haggled a vendor down for a Sweater we wanted to buy as a gift. He got a good price (unlike me and the cherries). We checked a few more booths, then decided that we wanted to get a second identical sweater from the original vendor. She wanted full price \endash and the dance started again (The \lquote you just sold us one at this price\rquote argument was surprisingly ineffective).
Anyway, that was my weekend. A beach and expensive cherries.
Oh and Mike got a new jacket. And some shirts. And some plants. And some lumber.
I was following a well established economic principle:
Cherries cost less from women who sell them off the back of their trucks on the street.
Sounds like a nice weekend in LA. I ALWAYS double check the prices for cherries. They are the biggest scam going :0
Mike - the problem was letting Henry out alone to buy something....
The cherries were delicious!, Just cheaper if you had gone to a supermarket instead. I wonder if the guy who sold them to him was cute. He was so excited coming home with 3 pounds of them. Santa Monica promenade was really nice. H. loved his apple pieces in caramel served in a cup, got some sun; hes becoming quite a California dude I may say. :)
All Henry... All the time.
Hey Mary. It's you're birthday. (Well, in a few days. Happy B-Day.)
She is probably the same chick that told you guys to "Forget About Pottery Barn Man...Peace is Where Its At"
Hey Mike - maybe the GIRL who sold the cherries to him was cute ;)