A few years ago, we bought a used chair, the wooden kind with worn-out tie-on burgundy cushions. It’s more of a glider than a rocker. It came with a burgundy cushioned footstool that glided, too.
A while back, my heavyset self broke it. What is it with me and the chairs recently? One of the thingamajigs that allowed it to move broke in half. It was still a comfortable chair, but it was immobile. So we decided to get rid of it.
We posted it on the Facebook marketplace but to no avail.
On trash day, early that morning, I took the footstool to the curb. Then, I grabbed the chair and carried it out the front door.
I noticed a car slowing down, then revving the engine, speeding away.
I carried the chair to the curb and went back inside. Fifteen seconds later, I went out to the front porch to do something, and that same car was parked by the trash.
A lady had the trunk open and was walking toward the trash.
I looked at her but turned away to do what I went out there to do.
She noticed me and, in a thick accent, said, “Garrrr-bidge?” She rolled her Rs about as long as General Mills rolled their Fruit Roll-ups.
“Yeah,” I replied. “That’s our garbage. And it’s broken.”
“Brrrroken?”
“Yep. You can have it, though. I’m just letting you know so that when you get home, you don’t get a hankering to return it.”
I’m not surprised that someone took it. I expected it. What shocks me is that someone scouring the neighborhood for treasure just so happened to pass by our house at the same time I was carrying the chair through the front door.
The exact moment.
Talk about perfect timing. It doesn’t get any better than that.
The next day, we saw a familiar sight on the Facebook marketplace: a wooden glider with worn-out tie-on burgundy cushions.
I sincerely hope she gets the twenty dollars she’s asking for. It just proves that one man’s trash is another man’s treasure.
to the treasure seekers,
– Caleb
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