This occurred several years ago when there was still a market for used iBook Apple laptops, which I would repair and resell.

I talked to the seller who gave me his address at a manufactured home community, "located across from the truck repair garage." He said look for the conversion van and the long barrier free ramp. Undoubtably an usual location for picking up a piece of "high tech" equipment, but my curiosity got the better of me.

Well I was greeted by a mid 30's woman in what I would describe as a lacy, fushia Frederick's of Hollywood ensemble. The Notre Dame/Michigan football game was on TV in the cigarette smoke filled double wide. Inside the family included her husband, wearing a wife-beater (sleeveless T-shirt) and pajama bottoms. Mom, who actually looked too wide to get down the barrier free ramp, and dad, a shirtless man with a protruding round belly and sweatpants. There was grandma too. I forget the species of dog, but it was a pesky crotch sniffing type. Everyone smoked except for the dog.

I made the deal with dad and went on my merry way.

On the other end of demographics, I sold a used HP laptop via ebay to the retired founder of Rockport Shoes, who lives in Marin County.