There is this guy offering reproduction rocker bases on my local Craigslist for $60 a pop. I wanted to switch up the bland base that was on my black Eames and the price seemed reasonable for a rocker with walnut runners.
We emailed, which turned into phone calls, which turned into an appointment to come by and check it out. When I showed up a few days later…well…it was a disaster. I called him on my way to his house. No answer. Called again. No answer. Got to his house (a good forty five minutes away from TBH) and knocked. Then waited for ten minutes. Called again and heard some shuffling and grumbling behind the closed door.
Slowly the door cracks open a few inches and this massive greasy swath of bedhead and two sleepy eyes peak out at me. I say, “Hi, I’m Morgan”. He says “Oh. OH. Yeah…those bases aren’t ready. I didn’t get around to putting them together. I had family over and just, uh, lost track of time.”
Seriously? What a dick.
“I can send it to you if you want. Uh, for free.”
What? Like in the mail? Like leave my cash with you and hope I get a base sent to me? No thanks, dude.
I left his door step in a disgruntled huff. He eventually emailed trying to make amends and offered to deliver it to me in Hemet. “Well, maybe not all the way. Maybe you could meet me by the freeway.” Again, seriously? Dick.
I told him I was just too busy to leave and meet him AGAIN. I had made time and driven to him once and now he needed to come all the way to me or not at all.
He came. He was disgruntled. I was disgruntled. Sounds like a perfectly appropriate Craigslist transaction.
Iggy loves that shit though. As soon as I screwed the rocker base on I wanted to take some pictures but Iggy refused to move his little seal pup butt. They match!