My house came with a 28 foot round, 6 foot deep, above ground pool. It was gorgeous…except the previous owners lost the cover so when we moved in, it was nothing more than a breeding ground for mosquitos. We fixed it up. It was beautiful. Unfortunately, being that I cannot swim even though I grew up on Long Island, we decided to sell it about a year later.
We put an ad in the paper and on craigslist. We had a lot of people come out and look at it. Quite a few people wanted to buy it, only to realize that the pool really was that big and it wasn’t a misprint. One guy wanted my pool so bad he was debating on cutting up his deck.
Turns out one of our very first friends decided that they would buy it. My friend was always complaining to me how her family was always dumping stuff on them to store because she had the biggest basement of all of them. You know what she’d do? She’d wait a few months and if they never picked their stuff back up, she’d sell it on them and keep the money.
They wrote me the check in April, with the understanding that they would be out the following weekend to take the pool apart. I deposited the check that day. They called a few days before to let us know that something came up and they wouldn’t be able to make it. Which was nice because we were about to let all the water out. And if we let the water out, the pool would eventually collapse.
Two weeks turn into a month. One month turns to two, and so on until September. It got to a point where it was costing me more than what they paid me for it to keep it clean & conditioned.
Every weekend there was an excuse. The kids had a game, they had to go food shopping, etc. I was always polite. Then one day I had enough. I told them that if they didn’t come out the next weekend and take the pool I’m taking it apart myself and leaving it at the curb. They came back with well, just give us our money back. I told them I don’t want to buy a pool. So back and forth we went. I told her that she’s treating my backyard like her basement. Which I think was the correct line to cross because that seemed to work.
Her husband and a friend of his came that weekend and took the pool. And we haven’t seen them since. Which was weird because we live in a really small town. I mean, we have to drive by there house. And, by the way, its been almost 2 years and the pool is still not up.
So last night, I had to go to the grocery store to pick up some fruit because I was assigned fruit-salad making duties at work for a party.
Here’s my cling wrap covered fruit salad
Back to my grocery store trip. I parked next to a familiar truck. So familiar that I sat in my car and stared at it for a while. And yes…it was my e-friends truck. I was already parked, so I said the hell with it and stayed there. I took a cart and in I went. I gathered up my fruit and got on line. Right. Behind. Her.
She did a double take when she saw me. Then I realized that I forgot to pick up some steaks. But, being who I am, I was not going to get off the line to get them.
So, I’m gonna have to go back tonight.