I waited for days to hear back from Mr. No-communicato who I was TRYING to buy a Bears jersey from. He had finally messaged to say he would meet me closer to 7:30 pm instead of 7:00. Swell. Now I had to pass the duty off to Ed because Mini and I would be en-route to Curly's Irish dancing party. Mini wanted to pop in and say hi to her old dancing buddies.
I gave Ed my $45 cash for the jersey and Mini and I got ready to drive to dancing. We left later than anticipated (TOTAL SHOCK). Mr. Irresponsible messaged me to say he was at the Starbucks while Mini and I were driving by the Starbucks. Fine. I decided to stop and handle the buy on my own. I pulled up next to his car. He was now expecting Ed in a Mazda, not me in my great-white. So, it took him a few minutes to roll down his window. This gave me time to desperately dig in my purse to see if I had another $45 bucks - since Ed had my original cash. I scraped together the dough needed for the exchange. Phew.
I don't even know who the lunk-head was that I had been messaging- the guy driving or the guy in the passenger seat. They were both smoking like little brain-less chimneys. Yep, you guessed it. The jersey wreaked of cigarette smoke. It was beyond nasty - like a guarantee cancer diagnosis for whoever was crazy enough to wear it.
'Um, this smells really bad of smoke,' I pointed out the obvious to one of the chimneys. 'Oh, sorry. We never smoke in the house, so that was just from the car,' he assured me. What a relief - NOT. Clearly they were a couple of boy-scouts. I am convinced that this jersey was stolen - thus the low price and the shady characters. I hesitated. 'Will this smell come out if I wash it?' Why was I asking someone whose olfactory senses had stopped functioning FOREVER ago?
Mini hissed at me from the passenger seat, 'Just buy it and let's go. These guys are scary!' I reluctantly parted with my $45 - was tempted to ask for a $5 discount for the smell and the horrid communication.
|See the jersey is peeking |
out in this photo. I hoped this
wouldn't be the day my college kid decided to take
an interest in doing laundry. It was a safe bet!
I didn't even have the window closed when Ed walked up to the car. My backup. He missed the text from Mini saying, we got this. I handed him the bag with the smoking shirt and asked him to drive home with it. I literally didn't even want to drive around with that stench in the great white.
I had to remove the tags and wash it and soak it repeatedly. At last I decided it was as good as it was going to get. Christmas was fast approaching and I had a few other items on my list to handle. I hung #10 in my closet to dry.
Mr. Smokey-bandit rated me on Letgo. There are several factors that you can be rated on - quick response, politeness, fair prices, etc. He called me 'polite'. That was it. I did not rate him, because I am afraid he will find where I live and burn my house down. Ho, ho, ho. Merry Christmas!