On recent Saturday mornings, I’ve been waking-up, grabbing my phone and immediately searching for sectional couches on Craigslist. We moved into a new house in August. Since then I’ve become obsessed with the idea that the only way our living room will be perfectly configured and livable is with the addition of a sectional sofa. Unfortunately, sectionals are super expensive new, so of course I turned to my old pal Craig. My general consensus after a few months of searching was that any sectional that was in our budget must be plaid, pleather, microfiber or just plain hideous.
As I browsed options Saturday morning, I found an ad for a yard sale that mentioned a sectional. There wasn’t a picture, but I was inexplicably drawn to this sale. So much in fact, that I hopped-out of bed (usually at that early hour of the morning the only place I’m hopping to is the bathroom) and threw on clothes. I was ready to go. Micah, completely confused and wondering why I was buzzing around the house at 8 am like a maniac while berating him to hurry-up and get with the program, agreed to escort me on my mission.
We arrived at the yard sale, and as we walked-up I scanned the items looking for it. No sectional to be found. No wait, what’s that??? I had to get a closer look so I bee-lined it toward what appeared to be….EXACTLY WHAT I WAS LOOKING FOR. Tripping over boxes and pushing other yard salers/potential sectional buyers out of the way, I finally made it the few feet to my destination.
I kept my cool (for the most part), but quickly realized that the guy was hell-bent on getting a certain price and in fact, had been pimping out the sectional all morning. I presented an offer, but no deal. He took my number to give me a call later that day if he reconsidered. And miraculously, I didn’t do something completely within character such as dramatically throwing myself on the sectional in an attempt to thwart would-be buyers, upping the offer until I paid wayyyyy more than it was worth, or driving around removing all signs directing sectional buyer competitors to said yard sale. Nope. Nothing crazy. I left the matter in the hands of Fate.
And I managed to enjoy the rest of my day. Typically, my brain would be on overdrive trying to figure out how I was going to make it happen. Somehow, I just knew it was meant to be. And later that night, I got a call back. The guy was ready to negotiate. Voila. The sectional was mine. And I learned a valuable lesson about myself. I just might be psychic…
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