 So this kid hits me up for this computer and posts it online and he asks me if it's really $300. I said yes and he asked if we can meet up immediately. We meet up at a Starbucks so we can see if it's working and he's super excited. While he's testing Fortnite, his mom goes no no no no no no, grabs him by the shirt and starts walking out the store. He's confused, I'm lost and she just starts yelling at him in Spanish. As she's yelling at him, I realize this mom has a giant rosary around her neck and I just tried to sell a PC where the centerpiece is this GPU. The mom keeps pushing the kid out the store and he just starts breaking down. I look outside and I see him just crying on the way to the car. I felt bad but I didn't think too much of it because I had somebody else who wanted to buy the PC and was also offering $50 more. But as I'm driving home, I start to get all these memories of all the times my parents took my Nintendo away as a kid and I started to feel worse and worse for this child. So I decided to go home, remove the backplate of the card and I messaged the kid. Hey, will your mom let you buy the computer if I change the graphics card? He says, OMG yes. I end up driving to the kid's house to sell him the PC. I see his mom and I say, well, Siento and she just ignored me.