Craiglist could be the best site ever created. I've bought sold and sold some more on this site and have always had the pleasure of meeting the best people. Recently, I found out how bad I am with directions. I was talking to a guy about a trainer recently posted on Craigslist. We did the usual dance, I like it..., it's brand new barely used.., nice.., I'll be over tonight to check it out. Map quested the guys road and later called on my way to get the house number. Simsbury is big and dark at 7 pm so of course I got way lost, deep forest lost. After driving up and down side streets and back tracking for the elusive Clifdon Drive, I found it. Nearly a half hour after I said I would arrive to peek at the trainer. Took a left on the road, mashed my face to the windshield to look for house numbers and was flagged down, or so I thought, by a guy out at the end of his drive. Rolled down the window asked if he was Steve? Yes, he said. Sorry I'm late, I have no GPS and no sense of direction. No sweat, pull on in, he said. After some brief chat about the loads of snow and size of Simsbury I proceeded to follow him into his house. Standing on the welcome mat Steve took of his shoes and stood tall. His wife at the top of the stairs laid into him about not picking up his cell because they need dog food and milk. I'd yell at you now, but he's here now, she said. She later came down introduced herself and we talked again about the darkness in Simsbury, black hole dark. After a few laughs and some chit chat...1o minutes worth. Steve said so, what are we doing tonight? I immediately thought to those nasty posts on craigslist and thought we may have miscommunicated about what the trainer actually was...perhaps it was code for swinging for something. After some awkward silence I said, I'm here for the trainer? The trainer? They all looked confused. Yeah, the trainer you have for sale. Again, silence. They then burst out laughing. We aren't selling anything. I asked if this was 32 Clifdon and they again bellowed with laughter, no it's 4. After some more gut wrenching laughter, I wished them a Merry Christmas and ran to my car.
It appears he was just getting his garbage can and throwing a friendly wave to a passer by. But his name just happened to be Steve. He thought I was there to see his wife about something. He had just got home from work so the classic.....i thought he was here to see you and i thought he was with you was in effect.
I need a Tom Tom. Finally did find the house and get the trainer.
