Just a little funny story
I was once told of a man. He was well known in the town and was called Wise Fred. Everyone loved going to his house to see his tremendous collection of razors, stones and strops from all ages.
One day Wise Fred was sitting down to lunch with his wife, and he said, "Honey, I finally went down to see John our lawyer and got my last will and testament done, and I told him that I want you take all my shaving equipment and sell it. I want you to call my shave buddy and have him help you in selling it. But there is one thing I want you to do."
His wife said, "What's that?"
Fred said, "What ever you do...don't sell it for what I said I paid."
Later that evening Fred passed away and the town for some reason no longer called him Wise Fred. :shrug:
