There Really, REALLY, Is No Accounting For Taste

Someone bid on Rob's ugly ass coat. For years I've been telling him that I'm not going out anywhere with him if he's going to wear it. I've been singing Highway to the Danger Zone and calling him IceMan. I've been telling him to sell it for $3 in a garage sale or donate it to charity.
He says to me "No way, that's a great coat, I'll put it up on ebay, I can get like, $50 for it."
I tell him "Only if the bidder is legally blind."
Someone is paying $50 for this thing.