Selling the pool table

Story_squareOur pool table resided in the basement, piled high with boxes of outgrown clothes and books to be donated.

I listed the pool table for sale. That way the boxes could go away.

A young man showed up with his buddy.

I had asked $35 for the pool table because I had bought it for $25 at a yard sale. But it was a slate top pool table and connoisseurs liked that idea.

So this young man examined the slate and did a verbal fist pump. “Slate! I can sell this table anywhere for $200.”

I smiled. I just wanted it out of my basement and wouldn’t mind getting my $25 back.

“Would you take $30 for it?”

“Sure,” I said.

“Well, I need to come back with a pickup. Could you hold it for me?”

“Sure, if you pay today.”

He studied the table and his buddy. Perhaps the $200 sale loomed before him. “I wonder if we can get it home now.”

So they jumped into the project. My help was finding all the pool balls, which I carried to their vehicle, a dented and rusty old station wagon.

They sweated and struggled and leaned against the stairway walls several times. Finally they and the table emerged from the house.

With more grunting and groaning, they hoisted the pool table onto the top of car.

“We’re good now,” the new buyer assured me.

Later, I watched them pull out of our driveway in a cloud of white dust. They had tied the table onto the top of the car, running the ropes through the windows. I didn’t get to see them shimmy through the windows to drive away.

And I thought my $30 sale was a whole lot more secure than his planned $200 sale.


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