undercoated bodied rear barn doored 24" rock guarded swivel up jacked fold-down stabilizer jacked 3/4" plywood floored 2" ball hitched trailer.
I began fielding inquiries right away. Who knew there was so much interest in a...(no way I'm describing it again...) trailer?
Some were a bit sketchy. Some weren't worth responding to.
One of them read:
"...As soon as you get back to me with the above info,the payment will be sent to you by FEDEX and you don't need to worry about the shipping,i have a shipping agent that will come for the pick up and the documentation because i also purchased some farm equipment which will also be shipped... i will be sending an excess fund that will include the shipper fund,soon as you receive the payment, go and cash the check in your bank and deduct your charges and send the rest of the fund to the shipper via western union..."
Oh, come ON! Isn't that one of the oldest scams in the book? Does this look like a stupid person's trailer??
I just flagged that one as spam, but part of me wants to play his silly game and somehow nab him. But I guess I'll just leave it alone.
And yesterday, our loyal trailer left us. Had we really had it for nine years? It's strange to feel an empty spot for a trailer, but I admit that I kind of do. She was our toy hauler.
In the end, she went to a nice man from Denver. An artist actually. He travels around to art shows and fairs and was sick of renting from U-(know who). We discussed art fairs and watercolors while Chaco, who is still on winter break, talked the trailer into releasing her hold on the frozen ground. Really, it was like the trailer didn't want to leave.
But, they left. I waved. To the artist. And the trailer formerly known as ours.