So I went to buy a used fitness tracker... I answered an ad on a certain Canadian buy/sell/trade site that rhymes with a South Pacific archipelago of 300 or so islands. The seller was asking $120 (or about $90 in freedom dollars) which was half of the retail price. It didn't include the box, but I'm not a completionist when it comes to these things. We agreed to meet in a Mcbeetus parking lot (folks, I can't make this shit up) and the seller told me what kind of car to look for. I found the car quickly when I arrived, and observed a noticeable lean on the driver's side. When the door opened, I was greeted by what I can only describe as an SJW. No, no, not the usual meaning of that acronym. More of a surly, jaundiced whale. With purple hair and trigger glasses. So, maybe also the usual meaning of that acronym. Anyway, the ranch hoarder, huffing and puffing from the great athletic feat of lurching out of its fat mobile, produces the device I have come to purchase but informs me that the price has gone up. "Yeah. Sorry. Got an offer of 150 on it from another guy. I'll give it to you for 160." Understandably, I'm annoyed. Not only cause this cheese rapist is trying to scam me, but also cause they're wasting my time. "No thanks, I'll pass.", I state. "Judging by the looks of you, it's defective anyway." It started to REEE and tried to come after me. When it realised that it couldn't possibly catch up to my leisurely walking speed it grunted and proceeded to get in its car, but I was long gone by the time that maneuver was completed. The day wasn't a complete loss though. I managed to catch a 700 cp Gloom. That's quite the thing for us rural players.