My mother recently told me the story about an old stool that we have at home.
My parents acquired the stool when they were newly married and had just moved into their first apartment together in an old suburb. The apartment came with a few odds and ends of furniture, including an old wooden stool with an adjustable seat. The stool was initially used as a replacement step ladder as my parents painted the apartment.
A friend of my parents came by to visit, noticed the stool and asked if she could have the stool once they were finished painting. Seeing as they didn’t have any particular plans for the stool, my parents agreed.
About a week later, another friend dropped by and immediately on seeing the stool asked my parents, “Do you know what is the most expensive item in this room?” and explained to them that the stool was in fact a valuable antique.
My parents later called their other friend to apologize, letting her know that they had to back out of the promise to give her the stool as they had discovered it was very valuable.
The friend’s response?
“Yes, I know, that’s why I asked for it in the first place!” 1207-10