All's well that ends... no, that's Shakespeare. We're talking Dickens here which also works for this situation: It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
A young man called to ask me to get him a beautiful copy of A Tale of Two Cities as a birthday present for his mother who was turning 80. He was willing to spend "a couple of hundred" but would go higher if needed for a nicer copy.
I located two copies from the same dealer in London. One was $200, one was $300 (I get my dealer 20% discount.) I emailed the dealer. I said, "Of course you like the more expensive one better, but tell me why, so that I can pass the information to the customer." One had a black leather spine, but the pretty one had a maroon leather spine and corners, lots of shiny gilt, pictures. No contest. I placed the order with my credit card, and the book arrived quickly.
The book was packaged lovingly, and I had to paw through a carton of plastic bubbles to retrieve it. There is was, a slim book bound in full tan leather, very handsome, very elegant, an early edition embellished in gilt. Yummy, this is grander than I expected. The bill fell out: L2220. That's English pounds. Maybe $3500. After I recovered from my dead faint, I staggered to the computer. It was with a little embarrassment that I told him I was talking hundreds, not thousands, and could we correct this little error (like take that $3000 off my credit card!)
He was profusely apologetic, and said, "It was rampant wishful thinking on my part clearly."
The exchange was made or as he said, "two cities part two is on its way to you and should you require a pound of flesh, I shall feel compelled to accept responsibility." mixing up Shakespeare with Dickens, too. The new maroon one looked dandy. Our young man picked it up and loved it.
He phoned to say his mother was speechless with joy. So again, all's well that ends well, except that the fellow continued, "Could you believe I fell again? I broke some ribs, re-injured my broken shoulder, need another MRI to see whether I broke my back again. I thought that since I could pull myself up, I wasn't too damaged. I should have been wearing my back brace. I didn't go to the hospital even though I was in such pain because I had to go to my mother's party to give her the book.
Now there's a person who has his priorities straight.