I’m a worrier. I can’t help it. I try to not worry and then I end up worrying even more.
I pretty much could have died yesterday. Well, at least in my head. And all I was doing was purchasing a used train table for my cute little 2-year-old.
Last summer I found this awesome train set at a garage sale, it’s pretty cool. The train is battery operated, and it stays on the tracks, for the most part. Maddox (that’s my cute little 2-year-old) loves it. But it’s on the floor in the toy room. If he wants to play with it, he has to lay on the floor, then he has to move around the whole train on his knees. He’s a kid, he’s fine, right? He’s basically floor-level anyway, he’s two. (;
I thought for Christmas I’d get him a train table. I’m
cheap. smart. I wasn’t about to buy a new one. Enter Craigstlist. I’ve done my share of browsing on Craigslist, but I’ve never actually purchased anything. I blame my dad. I thought about it once, then my dad told me about the Craigslist Killer. Yeah, who knew that wasn’t made up? Apparently it was a Lifetime movie and everything. Legit.
Two days ago I decided to overcome my fears and reach out to this Craigslist Could-be-a Killer. She/he had a train table for a reasonable price.
Yep, I think I want that. And they prefer texting over email. I’m pretty much sold here. I don’t act too excited though. When buying anything used, you gotta play it cool. That’s how you get train tables for $20 instead of $25.
She/he was pretty prompt with the text back, including an address. You know, so I could come check out the “train table.” I quickly googled the address and felt pretty good about my decision. It looked like a nice neighborhood.
Again, I didn’t want to act too interested, so I asked if I could come over the next day, with my husband’s truck. She/he agreed, but still never gave me a name. Great. Awesome. Maddox will have a train table for Christmas or a dead Mommy. I was getting a little nervous.
We planned on 3:00 pm to do the exchange. I give her/him cash and she/he gives me a train table. And no knife in the back. That second part was never formally agreed upon. So, at 2:40 pm, I left work, but not before texting my BFF the address. You know, just in case.
As I pulled up to the house (it was pretty easy to find since I’d google mapped it), I pulled out my phone to take a picture of the house to text to my BFF, but then the garage started to open. My heart started racing. But I was wearing these shoes:
If anything seemed fishy, my plans were to throw the shoes at her/his face and run. I just ran a full marathon 3 weeks ago, I could totally outrun this Craigslist Could-be-a Killer. I was sure of it.
Then the garage door opened all the way and in the front of the garage was the train table, just like on the Craigslist ad. And this lady in her early 40s with short hair and running gear on. Ha. Apparently I was wrong on all accounts. She was so inviting I even told her about my worries. Well, not about throwing the shoes at her face and trying to outrun her. Well, wait, maybe I did tell her that too. I’m not good at keeping secrets. She laughed, semi-uncomfortably. And agreed about Craigslist being a scary place to do business.
I drove away with both shoes and a train table for $20. Preston just mentioned the new train he wants to put on top of it. Apparently a little boy will not be that excited about a train table with the same old train for Christmas.
I guess it’s back to Craigslist I go.