This man sold me my yellow chair. And was a hell of an entertaining guy.

A Neighborhood Fixture Too Gruff to Not Love - New York Times:

It was always hard to make your way into Barry Jetter's good graces, almost as hard as it was to make your way into his used-furniture store.

Mr. Jetter's store, General Nitemare, on Columbia Street just south of Degraw Street, is filled with precarious towers: blond-wood dressers on blond bureaus, shelves of open cans of paint and brushes, a couch frame leaning on a couch, chairs piled on top of tables piled on top of chairs.

Mr. Jetter was known for grunting "Whaddya need?" to intrepid browsers. Once, when a neighbor asked to borrow pliers, he replied, "I don't have that technology."