About fifteen years ago I worked with a guy named Robert. Robert was prone to rambling anecdotes and big fish tales that trailed off into longer and longer pauses until silence became the story. One day he commented that the hardest thing to give away was anything that was completely free. "People would rather pay for a chance to not win something than to get it for free," he opined as he took a drag on his cigarette. I paused in my work (Robert was a floor manager and I took it as one of my duties to ensure the floor managers always had an audience) and he told me the story of his dad's Bobcat tractor.
His dad had bought the Bobcat new back in 1985 and made good use of it around his farm for the better part of 20 years. During that time he prospered, sent his children to college, and attained a level of comfort that he could afford to not only buy a new Bobcat, but opted to not go through the hassle of selling the old one. He parked the Bobcat outside his gate one Friday night, propped a 'free' sign in the seat, left the keys in the ignition, and said good-bye to his faithful steed.
Over the weekend, a parade of interested (but confused) parties would pass by the Bobcat, slow down, and then roar off in their Ford and Chevy pickups. At least two seperate people, by this third- or fourth-hand retelling, started the engine and let it idle, and one came up to the door to forcefully demand to know what was wrong with it and what kind of game he was being pulled. That Sunday evening, he guided the Bobcat back into it's stall and reached out to his brood for advice on getting rid of the white elephant. Robert recalled that he, though I suspect it was one of his siblings, suggested changing the sign and chaining the Bobcat to the gate post. His father laughed and the conversation shifted to everyone's health and the weather.
The following Friday night, Robert's Dad parked the Bobcat outside his gate, again leaving the key in the ignition, but this time adding a length of scrap chain, a half broken lock dug out of a junk box, and a sign that now read '$500 O.B.O.'. The next morning the chain had been cut, the unlatched broken lock untouched, the sign had been run over, and the Bobcat had vanished into the night.
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