ask me why i smell like cigarettes.

ok! good news!  i finally got the lounge chair i've been looking for forever!  just a simple teak thing.  i've been trying to get my hands on one of these for so long.  but for the right price.  the thing is, dealers & resellers keep getting to the listings on craigslist and kijiji before me.  they have vans and are not dependant on arranging for other transportation, so they can go pick stuff up asap.  first come first serve.  once i managed to snag two similar chairs with original cushions for $50 and even arranged for a delivery van for pick up off the island, but they guy selling them was at work and he called his wife at home 20 minutes too late, and she ended up accidentally selling them out from under me to a dealer.  i almost started crying in public.  oh, and to add insult to injury, the jerk who bought them listed them right back on craigslist the next day for $600.  what an asshole.  this poacher reposts his ads everyday and it's the same stuff he purchased several days earlier but at a crazy markup.  dude, you're selling it out of your garage, not an antique shop.  sometimes he doesn't even bother changing the photos.  how about the teak wall unit he's selling now for $1100 or best offer.  best offer because he bought it for $400.  anyway, everyone has to make a living.  

the chair needs some refinishing, there's a patchy stain job on part of it, a somewhat sticky bumpy build up on it and it smells like some sort of circa 1850 product was applied a bit too liberally and way too often.  the straps need replacing and new cushions of course but i think it's perfect and i can't wait to work on it.  it has beautiful lines and it's really comfortable and i won't be re-selling it.  

so the guy selling it was super nice and since my mode of transportation is bicycle, i asked him if he could deliver the chair and he said he would drive me home because he lives close by!  perfect.  you meet the most interesting people when you buy furniture on craigslist & kijiji.  you know, even though he was chain smoking, watching the voice, and there was a really sharp dental instrument, cigarettes, measuring tape and digital thermometer next to his laptop on his coffee table, i still got into his car, in the dark.  i feel like you just know when someone isn't going to bludgeon you to death.  i guess the only time i got a bit nervous was when he couldn't remember how to turn on his headlights cause he never drives at night.  um, because when he goes out at night he only takes cabs, because he drinks too much.  and he did mention something about seeing too many of his friends going through the "system".  anyway.  thanks!  love my new chair!  

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