At a garage sale.
Well, technically my mom’s garage sale. My father was a hoarder, but not of old newspapers or glass bottles or garbage… he hoarded consumer goods. Tools, CDs, home improvement stuff, camping gear, hunting and fishing stuff, the man had piles and piles of it stuffed into his home, most of it pretty high quality, all bought on clearance. The old man was a sucker for a deal, even if he didn’t have a use for it. After he passed away, it fell to us to figure out what to do with a stock of overstocked goods large enough to open a store… So we sold it at rock-bottom prices in the front yard, as is tradition.
It was a miserably hot summer’s day. My mom requested that I come over and help, because the house was on a well-trafficked street, and the sheer volume of stuff meant there would be tons of people. She was right– there’d been a zillion people the day before, and though we’d sold a lot of stuff, there was much more yet to go. And today, I’d put an ad up on Craigslist– it was even busier. It was a long day of haggling with strangers, but at the end of the day, we’d sold 90% of the load, and we were just getting ready to close up and celebrate our success with pizza.
Then this car pulls up, and out hops this gorgeous girl. She starts poking around in the CDs first, finds a couple she loves, then waves me over and starts asking about some she’s unfamiliar with. Think she thought that since she’d found a few things she liked, the stuff she hadn’t heard might be in the same vein, not knowing it was purchased indiscriminately from bargain bins all over town. I answer as best I can– I hadn’t heard most of them, but I was able to steer her to a couple she might enjoy. We kept chatting, and I sort of showed her around in between helping other people who kept showing up. There was definitely an instant attraction and some really great conversation. She had to get going, so I made her a sweetheart deal on the stuff and helped her to her car. She got in, drove away, and then I realized… I hadn’t gotten her number. My brother and my neighbor had a fucking field day at my stupidity.
BUT! She’d told me where she worked, at a restaurant down the road, and she’d told me the days she was usually scheduled. So I did something very unusual for me and pursued it. Friday afternoons, I’d drive over from my office and ask to sit in her section. The food was terrible, but she’d stop and chat as long as it wasn’t busy, and I caught her mirin’ a few times. So on my third visit, I told her I’d love to see more of her and asked for her number.
Ten years, a marriage, and a child, and we’re still head over heels for each other. So I guess I owe my dad for the posthumous hookup.
TL;DR- am the only person in history to get something at his own garage sale. -Baseproduct