A pair of big JBLs at a yard sale.
Sunday night and the seller was at his wits end after getting foreclosed on in the 2008 mortgage debacle.
I really had no idea what they were but knew they were big and vintage.
Long story short he accepted my offer of $3000, but the thing was I had to go to the bank the next day which was fine by him.
He left a message with me Monday morning that his mother was in the hospital and had to be by her side.
Again, long story short they were a pair of 1956 JBL Hartsfields in very nice condition that later sold for 54,000 on Ebay.
Now that would hurt... I guess the mother thing wasn't the truth and he decided he couldn't take that kind of a hit? he knew for sure what he had and puts them out in a yard sale where people are expecting to pay next to nothing. Desperate and not thinking clear but the delay woke him up.
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It's my habit to go to the flea market every Sunday morning. This one Sunday morning on the way I decide to buy myself a coffee, which I never do, and never should have done on this particular morning because I would have been there ten minutes earlier.
anyway I arrive and as usual there is this father and son team that I'm pretty sure has some kind of business buying up estates, then selling their haul at the flea market. they are always the first up front at the gate so the first I check out.
This morning I go to one of their tables and there are two electronic pieces like under a blanket and a woman is looking at them. I walk up to take a look, not knowing at first what they are, the woman turns to me and says, "mcintosh.... is that any good?" I looked at the pieces then a bit closer and see it is an MA6100 integrated amplifier and (I think, it's been a while now) an MR 74 tuner. I say "yeah I think it's pretty good, how much is he asking?" "fifty dollars" she says.
I didn't say anything more just walked up to the dealer and asked him how much for the equipment. "fifty dollars" he tells me. I start to get the money out when the woman, who has been watching me calls out "i still have my hand on it". I looked at her as she reaches into her purse, I look at the dealer and I just smile and walk away.
Still kicking myself a bit today, and this happened maybe eight/ten years ago, wondering what else I could have done. The dealer didn't know what he had, unbelievable to me. Good news is I went back to him later that day and I ended up getting a nice pair of JBL L100 speakers for 50 bucks that he was just putting out and a Dual 1228 turntable too. But man I felt pretty awful about the whole thing.