I were in a gas station. I've been wanting to get this nice balisong from a guy on Facebook. I was contemplating buying a cheapo here at the gas station and mentioned it to the fella behind me in line. He says, "hey, I got one in the car, I'll sell it to you for five bucks."
Me, "well what kind is it?"
Him, "I dunno. I know is a butterfly knife because it has a butterfly stamped on the blade."
Me, "Oh really? Sure I'll take it, why not? You sure you wanna sell it that cheap?"
Him, "yeah, it was given to me a long time ago, and I only play with it sometimes. It's not my style."
Lo and behold, it's identical to the one I was going to buy from the guy on Facebook. A pre-benchmade, I guess Pacific cutlery? Balisong. Minus the sheath I would've gotten through the other guy, plus a few more dings and nicks.
Sometimes a man gets lucky. Do I feel like I took advantage of him, buying a knife worth nearly $200 in slightly better condition, for $5? No. Not really. I didn't try to talk him down, and he's the one who offered.