Was I brave or stoopid or just plain angry? All three, methi
It was an ebay auction for a highly desired - by moi anyway - 1940s upright produced by a 'musical' vacuum cleaner company, located in a suburb of Detroit, personal pickup was an option and it's not the sort of vacuum one would want to have shipped by either USPS or UPS, unless partially disassembled and securely bubblewrap-packed to one's strict specifications. Location, location, location and two really small pictures provided in the ad I'm sure are what limited the number of potential bidders so there was to my surprise no bidding war (one initial other bidder) and I won it for a remarkable $13.45 (that's $14.61 cdn)
Only thing not original, but skillfully spliced, is the supple Belden plugged cord.
Potentially disastrous complication was that the seller had given me an incorrect cell phone number that came back 'service discontinued or number has changed' as I approached Detroit and called 3 times from my cell and twice from pay phones at malls - as I also stopped along the way to shop for jeans and underwear at Penneys and Sears.
Yes, yes, yes! I found me a new brand of size small 100% cotton trunk-style Dockers from Sears. And 501 jeans on sale for $39 at Pennys.
Thank gawd the seller gave me a street address. I had been instructed to call at least 30 minutes before arriving, which I did but...see above.
I was getting a baaaad feeling. Would the address also prove to be incorrect? But there I was in Taylor after a long drive to be there at noon with a second stop planned for Ann Arbor and still get back home by sunset...so to the address I went.
Nice trim little well-kept house with a pickup truck covered in snow that clearly had not moved in a while. I was having visions that I was being set up for a big disappointment...or a stick-up ambush. Maybe the seller was angry he didn't get top dollar for the vacuum and was pulling a fast one?
Knocked on door - no answer. Friendly Beagle-like dog sleeping on couchback in picture window. Walked around house knocking on all windows and back door - no answer.
30 minutes went by while I pondered and fretted and worked myself into a lather of pissed-offed-ness.
Had another peek in the front window with cupped hands and saw the vacuum against the wall. ARGHHHHH!!!!!So near and yet so far...
For some reason I opened the screen door again,pushed against the door, it slipped it's latch and swung open! What to do now? Decisions, decisions. I hadn't come all this way to leave empty-handed...
Well, what would you do? I slowly and cautiously entered a house in jumbled disarray with clothes tossed all over the floor, piles of junk in corners, stacks of flattened postal shipping boxes and a laptop sitting in plain sight on a filthy couch, calling out Hello loudly and firmly, bearing in mind I might suddenly be facing a shotgun and a half asleep angry person. Dog set up a howling but then licked my hand and got all friendly. I stood still in the doorway ready to turn tail and run for my life. But no one appeared...
I wasn't about to further explore the house to possibly find an unconscious or worse - deceased - person in a back room...so....
I grabbed the already pay-palled for vacuum, swiftly took it to my car and laid it along the back seat, wrote a long kind note explaining what and why I had done such a thing, closed the unlocked door firmly behind me and set the Garmin for Ann Arbor Vacuum and left the area. Mind racing with jumbled thoughts but feeling justified under the circumstances in absconding with my paid for treasure.
