Bargaining. Some people thrive on it. Teeth come out. Pauses get awkward, punctuating hot exchanges where both parties stare, push and pull back, joke and bite.
In many parts of our lives, the practice has been eliminated. We delegate the (for us) unpleasant business to lawyers and stock brokers, fathers and about-to-turn-16 sons.
But sometimes we need a new place to live. And sometimes we don’t think the price is right, Bob. And when that happens, we have to bargain. Hard.
Beyond our hard earned money, the set of numerals that justify our hard work, at stake is something more: our sense of self-worth. There is nothing, -notttthhhiiinnggg- worse than the feeling that floods your gut and heart after someone rips your face off. Paying full price for a bushel of partially-rotten fruit. Being upsold the molten chocolate cake when all you wanted was an oatmeal cookie. Having your plumbing repaired. Ever. These are the times when bargaining is our burning torch in the woods. Just be careful not to set yourself on fire.
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