One time I was selling a horse and a 10=12 year old girl and her parents come out to look at him. They spent *hours* at my house. We led, groomed, tacked, longed, I rode, she rode, untacked, groomed again, the girl asked me a million questions. Then, as they were leaving, the Mom lagged behind and I was telling her that I was working the night shift next week so please call me in the afternoon if they had any more questions or decided to buy the horse.

And the %%$@!^&* b!tch said, "Oh, we're not going to buy her a horse. We just brought her out here to shut her up. She was driving us crazy bugging us to come and see this horse."

WTF??? I was speechless (and that doesn't happen often).