Are there any occasions where you've had the opportunity to buy something valuable, and for reasons either within or out of your controlled, had to pass? For me, one of the most distressing is the copy of Playboy #1 I missed out on when I was 13, which I've already chronicled here, which is also the inspiration for this thread. I once also had the opportunity to buy a near-mint copy of an issue of More Fun comics from 1935. I forget the exact issue number, but I know it now goes for thousands of dollars. I was working at a comic shop at the time, and the owner didn't realize its value. He put a price of 75 cents on it. I foolishly asked to check the inside before buying it. When he saw that it was from 1935, he grabbed it back, slapped a $75 tag on it, and put it on the shelf. He was truly a criminal (I'll skip the details right now, but I will say his criminal activities mostly revolved around a topic that is quite taboo here), so this didn't surprise me. Around the same time, a guy who worked at the same shop for a couple months offered to sell me some Golden Age comics. He had Marvel Mystery #'s 13 & 76, and All-American Comics #7 (Captain Marvel), all in approximately fine condition. He was willing to sell me all three for $75. I didn't have that much at the time, so he agreed to sell them to me on an installment plan. I took them home and enjoyed them for the weekend. On Monday, he came in white as a sheet--this impressed me because he was black. Before coming in, he had looked up the 3 books' value and saw that he was making quite a mistake. Even though I hadn't paid him a single installment yet, he gave me $150 to give the books back. At the time I thought it was a great deal. In retrospect, I never should have accepted. A different local comic shop used to have used books on the second floor. Most were hardcovers, and many were quite old. You could really find some neat stuff in there if you had the will and endurance to look. During the summer it was terrible because the second floor was not air conditioned, and the temperature seldom fell below the mid-90's. Still, my best friend and I would spend hours looking around up there. One day I found something that piqued my curiosity. It was a first printing of Gone With the Wind. It wasn't in the greatest of shapes. The price was $25, so I passed--I only had $20 on me at the time, and already had over $15 worth of comics. I put it back where I found it, but decided I'd come back eventually for it. When I went back a month or so later, it was gone. Lastly, my brother & I were at an auction with our grandpa when we were 10-12 years old. One of the lots was a group of boxes filled with ratty, deteriorating sheet music. Most people looked at the first box or two then walked away. The boxes in back weren't even opened. I can honestly say that I never even considered looking at them, let alone bidding on them. Not many others did, either. When it came up to auction, the auctioneer kept dropping his starting bid, from a high of $50, down to a low of $5. Finally a lady chimed in that she'd give $2 for it all. The auctioneer considered it, and finally agreed. Nobody bothered to outbid her. We were standing right next to her as she flipped through her "treasure." She finally got to the unopened boxes, which were filled with more nasty, crumbling sheet music. She nearly fainted, though, when she opened the final box. Instead of the ratty sheet music, this was filled mostly with record albums, some sheet music, and photos. Everything was in near-perfect condition, and many of the pieces had been autographed by they guy who had recorded the albums, and the songs represented by the sheet music. It was definitely the nicest set of Elvis memorabilia I had ever seen.