My father once had this
Context is,he's minted,but to look at him,you wouldn't know it
He worked in a factory in the 70's,bought his own (ex council house) in a property crash in the early 80's for £7k (now worth half a million-its in a posh city near the well known uni,i have explained that its down the road to the local council estate,which isnt bad-i lived there myself,but my mother refuses to say she lives there herself) and invested well (helps he never spends a penny if he can help it)
Anyway,he has always had a passion for motorbikes and has always owned one-at this point I'm going back a couple of years
He bought a bike in the early 70's (before my time) and every 3 years,he does a part exchange for a bit bigger,a bit better bike,so over time he's upgraded to a bloody big and powerful bike
He walked into the local bike shop (looking his usual scruffy,bit dirty (dirt under his nails and a bit unkempt),tiny bit smelly (he's a gardener and always smells a bit of manure) and wearing his normal clothes that are falling apart/bit grubby (no normal person would wear them,they are that falling apart)
The bloke looked him up and down,sneered and tried to point my father towards the cheaper end of the shop
He refused and said 'what will you give me in part exchange for this bike?'
'£500' came the reply
My father smirked and walked out
He had 3.5k within the hour from the shops rival for his old bike and bought his new bike with cash (getting a small-ish discount)
In the words of viven from pretty woman 'big mistake!huge!'
(He's a bit of a twat and told a friend of my mother's,who has a big gob and knew the bloke from the first shop so he knew it would get back to the snobby fella-apparently it went down like a pork chop at a vegan meeting)
Can't say I felt too sorry for him-he not only lost out on that sale,but my father will never step foot in that shop again