On Thursday I found a set of chairs on Craigslist that I wanted to check out. The post said Bedford-- 45-50 minutes away depending on where in Bedford. We were planning on being out and about, closer to that area on Saturday anyway, but knowing that if I waited till then, they might be gone, I called Friday morning. A laid-back male voice answered and said, yes, I could come see them that day. He was actually located in Heltonville, which would take me at least another 20 minutes. Ok, whatever. So I headed that way.
It wasn't until I was about halfway there that I started having second thoughts about my plan to go alone. Hubby was already having a busy day, so I hadn't wanted to ask him to tag along. I called him to talk to him about the wisdom of going alone, but he encouraged me to go ahead and just trust my own judgement. I think my mother would have disagreed!
I passed through the small town of Heltonville and kept getting further and further into the "boonies." And of course, getting more and more nervous. I did actually find the place on my GPS, but the spot marked was actually nothing. There was a vague lane off the road, but I went on past to the next mailbox, about a 1/4 mile, then turned around when I realized that had probably been it. By this time I had Jeff on the phone directing me via googlemaps. I cautiously drove up the driveway to find a very dicey-looking house (using this word loosely!) and a shed that must have been his barn. I sat there in my car for a minute, waiting to see if someone came out. I had to hang up on Jeff to call this guy and find out if I was in the right place. I was, and he came out of the house....
BIG GUY! Ripped, dirty overalls, plaid shirt, shaggy beard and hair, knit cap. OH MY!! What had I gotten myself into? He was waving me up closer. I hurriedly speed-dialed Jeff again, then just held my phone in my hand. Now, what could he have done if this guy was a serial killer or a rapist? I don't know, but it made me feel a little better!
The chairs were great, the guy was just a kind-hearted, back-woods hick and things turned out fine. But I still made the transaction as quickly as I could and beat it out of there! And promised myself I would never again go alone!!
Unfortunately, when I got them home, I realized there was a slight smokey smell, but I think it is wood smoke, not cigarette.
Here is a pic of the "booth" my husband created for my in the garage so that I could spray paint out of the wind and soon-to-come cold weather. I may or may not have felt a bit loopy when I was finished....Shhh!