|Photo by Ken, the Seller|
Mid morning on Thursday I found time to call. Something was very familiar about that number. Turns out, I had responded to a CL ad last week from the same seller. He was selling a porch glider. Steven and I went to look at it and rejected it. Well, Steven rejected it. I would have bought it. But it was a VGT (Very Good Thing) that Steven was with me. He has a much more discerning eye.
I called anyway. I figured the guy did not take it personally that we did not buy the glider. I was right.
Today, after Steven and I got a load of manure for the garden we drove to fetch it.
"I'll just stay in the car."
"Good, I told the guy I was going to buy it and I don't want you nixing the deal."
I hopped out of the car and found Ken and the machine. The cabinet is trash. I was going to leave it with him but it had some "bits" in the drawers. I wanted it all.
"Could I look at the Kenmore?"
It was in rough shape but I saw a fairly new motor on the back of the machine so I handed Mr. Lincoln over and removed the machine from the cabinet. Now I rather wish I had brought the cabinet along too. It had those nifty invisible hinges. I just have NO MORE ROOM.
As we were driving to fetch the 201, my pocket buzzed. When we arrived at Ken's I looked at my phone. Two photos via Text message from Betsy.
Turns out, there was a yard sale locally and since Betsy had to work all day, she sent Jack.
"Yes, he does get the good husband award." I told her when I called her tonight to report on my two new acquisitions. (The Kenmore 84 I got is clearly a parts machine.)
"I am leaving EARLY tomorrow morning, but there is a Rotary Rummage sale tomorrow on RR avenue and there are two machines there."
"What are they?" I asked.
"I don't know."
"I could just decide not to go, Betsy. But what if there is a 201 there?"
"Or what if there is a little black box?" she added.
"You know, with the two machine I picked up on Wednesday and the four we got today, we have added SIX machines to our inventory."
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH US?"
No 201 nor a little black box. There were, as promised, two machines. Both Singers: a Touch and Sew and a Singer Fashion Mate 438 or something. I did not pay attention. I am well known in town as a SMF (Sewing Machine Fanatic).
"Did you see the Sewing Machines?"
"Make an offer."
"OK. I will take both of them if YOU pay me 50 dollars."
Needless to say I am holding fast at four machines this week.