Wait a minute. Did I get screwed last night? I think I might have. Seems like I might have met a smooth talking Israeli and jumped into bed too soon. But did I? I can’t be sure. I feel oddly violated and broke. Must be my imagination. I need my morning OJ. Wait! What the hell is that on my wall? It’s all coming back to me. The smooth talking Israeli didn’t have to be so smooth after all. He had my husband high pressuring me into a commitment I wasn’t ready for. I’m going back to bed. Maybe it’s all a bad dream. Then I hear my husband whisper, «did we get screwed last night?» Rima is not a bad gallery. The«owner» or actually the ex-husband of the owner, was entertaining and not overly pushy. I personally think their pieces are way overpriced. I say that only with experience in visiting other galleries in the area. Of course, I received a «special» deal. That’s art talk for«here’s another sucker.» I also received a certificate of appraisal for twice what I paid for the painting which I’m sure only adds to its credibility as far as appraisals go. But on a positive note, in addition to the«special pricing,» I did get tax included at my insistence, a «free» giclee of my choice from the same artist, and«free» framing of both pieces. My only advice in working with Rima or any other gallery for that matter is to actually know something about the artist you’re considering(we didn’t) or at least love the piece enough that you can look at it later without thinking about all the things you could have done with that money instead and wondering if you got screwed.