You're going by the price of a $20 piece of shit from harbor freight. If the kicker he had was old and worn, then it was probably a good one costing $100. Now he's got that number in his head, and was willing to give you a bargain at only $25. He's probably completely unaware that kickers are available in a range of quality/price these days, and befuddled by your refusal.
After all, he's been planning in his head, going there, getting the $25, and what he was going to do with each and every penny of it. Now you've brought his plan to a screeching halt, and he doesn't know what to do with the rest of the day.
How does it feel to crush the hopes and dreams and rest of the day, of the little people.
