Tailer Trash

Today I picked up a desk that I found on Craigslist.com in Durham. I got my roommate Caitlin to come with me to look at it, and when she typed in the address she found that the man, A, lived in a trailer park. I may have been more concerned about going to a trailer park to look at furniture, but because I had Caitlin with me I was not worried. As a precaution, we told all of our friends where we were going and took the trip at 10 am. First we dropped Caitlin's car off at a dealership to get fixed, and then we trekked up 70 West. We had trouble finding the place, so I called A for directions. His son answered, and told us to turn around. After we drove almost completely back to Raleigh, we called again, this time talking to A, and were told to turn around again and got proper directions. The home was 20 minutes in the opposite direction. I was really glad to have Caitlin with me, otherwise I am sure the miscommunication about location would have been trying. As we pulled into the trailer park, both Caitlin and I expressed our sense of ease for there were many toddler toys in people's yards. A's house was pepto-bismal pink, with cotton candy blue shutters and trim. NO JOKE. There was junk all over the yard too.. furniture, baby toys, vases, you name it. We knocked on the door and waited. A actually lived across the dirt road, but was helping his x-wife sell furniture and move out. As soon as he showed me the desk I knew it would be the perfect addition to my room. (I have attached a picture). There was a ton of other vintage furniture in the home and I had to force myself from trying to buy more of it. I don't think he knew what treasures he had. Oh, and he also had a tanning bed. Kind of a weird thing for a 40 year old African American man to have huh? As we loaded up the desk, he told me he had about 30 responses for this piece, but that I was the first one he called and so I had gotten it. He told me, "you were meant to have it." How cute. I encouraged him to list his other pieces as antique or vintage because he would probably get more inquiries. He appreciated my help. The best part of this story is... I only paid $35 for the desk! AND, he threw in a little metal stool. It came with a cushion, but I left it because it was dirty. A also told us that his son is a computer science major at UNCC, and that I should look for him. The chances of me meeting his son while at school are quite slim, but I told him I would.

It was a successful day! It just goes to show that one man's [trailer] trash, is another [wo]man's treasure.