October 4, 2013
I'll buy the couch and chair, claims the obviously pregnant woman, sighing with relief as she parks her butt comfortably on the steel blue fabric in front of the house. She waddles into the house to take a peek at the 7' couch and insists she will talk with her boyfriend and they will retrieve it the following day. There is a lot of interest in the set so I am confident if the couple decides they don't want the furniture, I can pass it along to the next buyer.
Just when I was about to give up, the woman, her beau and another toothless dude arrived 40 minutes late. I drug the oversized chair to the truck and propped open the gate for the couch maneuvering. We need a sheet, do you have a towel, how about some detergent and a rag to clean off the sofa where we scraped the trash barrel against the face of the new lounger. By the time they left, the owner of the pieces gave the buyers a $75 discount. I became exasperated and nearly immediately let the process wash over me. Onto the next furniture whiner buyer.
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