They flipped for it.
Joe, being the ridiculously lucky sort of man that he is, naturally won. In our thirteen years together, I have never seen Joe lose a coin toss. A horseshoe most certainly was planted up his arse at birth and has thus remained there ever since.
Although I was thrilled with the beautiful cherry wood buffet, it proved a tad problematic in my shabby chic home. First up, it didn't match the casual dining table handed down from my grandmother.
|The not-so-dining-room dining room table.|
But after 8 years, even I was starting to wonder if maybe I shouldn't try a little harder to find a cherry wood dining table to go with the cherry wood buffet that suited our Queen Anne dining room.
In a moment of delusional thought, I priced a few new tables. $2000 was the starting buy-in.
I turned to Craigslist. Sure, I knew I was taking my life into my own hands and possibly facing murder and dismemberment, but by God, I would find us a table.
Before you could say "Last seen driving off in her powder blue minivan," I located a listing that seemed perfect. A cherry wood table! In "great condition!" Listed in the Chicagoland area! It felt as though the fates were finally working with me instead of conspiring against me.
What could possibly go wrong?