Thursday morning I had an appointment with the eye doctor and I never mind going to the eye doctor. He's a delightfully witty man who gives excellent eye care. Plus, I love his office, specifically where it is located. Let's just say that his office is in close proximity to a Target (I adore Target) and that factoid weighed into my decision to make this guy my vision specialist.
I'm no dummy.
As luck would have it (or careful planning on my part) I had about an hour to kill before my eye appointment this morning and I decided that it was best spent pursuing the aisles at Target. As per my norm, I took a small shortcut through a quasi-industrial section of town.
That's not terribly exciting, but here's where the plot thickens: there was a guy in a warehouse parking lot hosting a garage sale of sorts. He had a couple of baby cribs, some nice looking coffee tables, and a totally boss looking toddler drum set. Needing exactly none of those items, I kept on driving … until I spotted a white cabinet that is precisely the size and shape that I want to put in the new bathroom downstairs.
I immediately stood on the brake pedal and jerked the steering wheel to the left to make a completely illegal u-turn into the warehouse parking lot. Mrs. Worthington, my Driver's Ed teacher, would not have been pleased. And by not pleased, I mean she'd have been completely panicked and been blowing her shiny silver whistle for me to stop, all the while jamming on her special Driver's Ed teacher passenger side brake with her white Reebok high tops.
(Some people have no sense of adventure.)
Sure, I felt bad about the loud squealing tires noise and slight burning rubber smell interrupting an otherwise peaceful morning, but I had to have that cabinet.
After parking, I raced over to the cabinet and yelled 'HOW MUCH?' at the slightly startled guy selling his household goods in the parking lot of a light industrial section of my town.
'Uh … five bucks?'
'SOLD!'
For five bucks, I got a fabulous cabinet thing to put in the basement bathroom. Sure it was covered with cobwebs and pill-bug carcasses, but I knew it would be lovely once I'd cleaned it off.
Want to know the best part? The whole transaction took less than three minutes, which still left me with fifty-seven minutes to peruse the aisles at Target. Score!
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