My fantasy goes like this. It's an antique store that handles a lot of estate furniture, and with one
truckload, they also get a few pipes, one of them a Dunhill, which doesn't mean a thing to the store owner.
So he figures he'll tag it at thirty, figuring that's a lot for a smoked pipe. Here I come and snag that
Dunny. Not taking advantage of a widow or oldster. Just paying the price asked. Voila. As they
used to say in the Navy, "Dream on, sailor boy."