I was at an estate sale of a fellow who was a machinist before he passed away. Along with everyone else I was busy rifling thru drawers picking out stuff. I see the gigantic swivel Wilton vice mounted on the bench and the son was right there so I asked him how much. I was the first to express any interest and he shrugged, "$25?". Up until now nobody had taken a second look at the vice. So I'm looking at the vice, and I am calculating the odds on whether or not I would get a hernia carrying it out to my car. Another fellow overhears us and takes it on the spot, offers to pay now and pick it up later.
As Maxwell Smart used to say, "This close!"