I wanted a desk for the storage unit. Not a great desk. Not some ancient driftwood carved by monks.
Just a simple desk for basic use.
I found one on Craigslist for $20.
I asked for its dimensions, the seller provided them and I replied, “I’ll take it. It will fit perfectly in the back of my Explorer.”
Easy peezy, almost…
We scheduled the pickup. The morning of, they emailed: It’s by the garage, put the $20 in the mailbox, our mailman is trustworthy.
I arrived with my envelope labeled “Thank you, Kimberly.”
The desk was not there.
Wait….
No!
Oh no!
I saw it.
It…
It was in pieces.
Every board separated. Sticky notes labeling parts. A bag of screws and instructions.
Why? Really…… why?!
What in the Sam Hill makes someone disassemble a desk without mentioning that Ikea project detail?
Why would I need its measurements if I was expecting to file slabs of fake wood into my vehicle?!
For a brief moment, I considered leaving it.
Just drive away, leaving the sticky notes to flutter off and litter the neighborhood.
It was pretty annoying, maybe mildly inconsiderate of some annoying person with way too much time on their hands who probably thought they were helping.
But, ugh, I decided to take it.
I loaded all the parts of my formerly quick ‘n easy desk.
Not a crisis.
But. Still. Annoying.
Again… why would I want dimensions if I wanted it in pieces?!
Did I mention, it is annoying?
LOL + groan.
