Okay, so Kevin is in the market for a table saw. (Or was, anyway, he is currently setting up his new find in the basement).
Kevin calls about an ad and is given directions to a tattoo parlor in our old neighborhood. We walk in and there are two heavily tattooed guys sitting around talking. The owner of the shop takes us to the back, then down a set of stairs into the basement where he has a really nice little workshop. Kevin looks at the saw and decides he wants it, but here we have two problems: one- we didn't have enough time to go get cash before we left and two- we drive a compact car, and though we have fit a lot of things in it (a wicker couch, a Poang chair with ottoman, lots of lumber, a six foot high tree, and ten currant bushes to name a few) we didn't think it could handle that saw. "No problem, says Tattoo Shop Owner, "You can borrow my truck." Yes, you read that right. Borrow his truck. So while T.S.O. and Kevin are taking the motor off the saw, I run to the ATM to get money.
I get back just as they are loading it into the truck and Kevin is getting directions on how to operate the truck (it was old and had developed a few quirks). As we are pulling out, he shouts (with a smile), "Just don't crash it or anything, I don't have insurance on it."
To make a long story less long, we got it home, drove the truck back and all is well. With all the bad press Craigslist is getting these days, a lot of times you can really feel the mistrust between people during transactions. This guy let us use his truck! Two people he didn't even know. Thanks, T.S.O.
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