We all have certain rituals or habits we take part in our daily routines. For some it’s checking their email the moment their alarm goes off, can’t settle into bed at night before checking the house is locked (or the stove is off, or the dog is safe inside or…) or perhaps not being able to call it a day until you’ve had an evening tea. For Rob, his (almost) daily habit is checking the “free” section of Kijiji.
We recently had an evening double header in our baseball league, which meant for a late night. Stevey was at a friends house having the time of her life while we were at ball because at the time we were still having house showings. Ellie was having a sleepover at Grandma & Grandpa’s house. By the time we got home it was close to 11:30. So here we are, ready for a much needed goodnight sleep and here Rob is…checking the free section.
He finds something. A desk. And well, we DO need a desk for the new house. But it’s 11:30 and I don’t know if I care that much about a free desk. Rob shows me the pictures of the online ad. I didn’t want to admit it, but I liked it… and I wanted it. But now not only was it going on midnight but thunder was brewing outside.
The ad, which was 11 minutes old,says “FREE! CURBSIDE ALERT! Vintage Teacher’s Desk. A little worn to show it’s age but a great solid desk. Currently at XX Anystreet Avenue’s curb. Will take down ad when gone.”
So we already like the desk. But once we read the details of WHERE this desk is located we couldn’t NOT get it. The address listed is literally the house next door to the house we just bought. So we were about to go out at midnight to our new neighbour’s curb and take their garbage. In our pajamas. In a thunderstorm.
We get there and try to haul the desk up into the car. It doesn’t fit. The measurements provided were off and well there was no way that the desk was going to fit. So with the frustration of it now raining, we dis-lodge the desk and accidentally drop it. Causing a loud bang and surely waking up our new neighbours.
It’s now 12:20AM. We don’t want to leave it but we also feel like reality was kicking our butts. So we decided to leave and go home and applaud ourselves with our efforts.
We check back on the online ad to email our new neighbour to explain the situtation…but the ad no longer existed. He must have taken note that the giant bang outside his house was the desk being hauled away, and so, like the ad said…it would be removed once the desk was picked up.
By the time we got back home we decided to check once more…he must have looked back out his window and realized that the pajama-lunatics just came by to drop the desk and drive away so the ad went back up. Rob responded to the ad explaining the whole situation and if the could keep the desk for us while we get a bigger vehicle. He responded saying he can’t hold it because there is not enough man power on his own to lug the desk back into his house but wished us the best of luck and a welcome to the neighbourhood.
We went back in the morning with my dad’s van and ta-da! Not only was the desk still there but it also managed to survive the rain. So away we hauled the desk and now it sits in our garage until move-in day where it will basically go back to it’s roots. After a good buff and clean-up it will fit into the new office perfectly. I think we’ll make the left side compartment a spot for the printer that way it will be off of the desk and hidden. Okay I just realized the length of this post over a free desk– apologies.