Ever heard of the Craigslist Killer? Well, just the other day, I was about 110% convinced that the devilishly handsome man I married and I where about to come face-to-face with the Missouri version of this not-so-urban legend.
One of hubby's favorite things to do is hunt for good deals on Craigslist. "Why," you ask? Great question. I think it must have something to do with the fact that he was raised with 5 sisters and has a better eye than I do when it comes to bargain hunting. The man can out-shop me any day of any week...unless kitchen supplies are involved. When shopping for kitchen supplies, I am like a woman on fire. I don't think there's a kitchen large enough to hold all the gadgets I desire...
Anyway, a couple of weekends ago, hubby stumbled across a pretty good Craigslist deal on some saddles and tack for sale. He's never been one to beat around the bush, so hubby calls up the guy fixin' to get rid of this stuff, and learns this individual is pretty unaware of the market value for gently used saddles/equipment, and calls himself "At the mercy of the buyer." Aka--will sell this stuff for cheapo.
My initial reaction: "AWESOME! We may be about to purchase stolen items from the Craigslist Killer."
The next thing I learn, we're meeting this individual at a truck-stop so we can follow him out of town/away from civilization to his house so we can check out these saddles. Oh yeah, the absolute best part?! This guy drives a white service-looking van with KC lights on the back! Hello potential criminal, we'll just follow you right out to your place so you can conveniently chop us up and chuck the pieces in the back of your Astro van...no big deal.
I even snapped a shot of his plates with my phone camera, so I could shoot out an emergency S.O.S text message if it turned into a situation. I had the message already drafted and everything, dad always taught me to be prepared!
Luckily, our potential Craigslist kill turned out to be a nice, most likely lonely older guy with a shed full of junk. We ended up walking out of there with a legit saddle, four saddle blankets, brand-new rope halter.
Moral of the story: when you find that amazing deal on Craigslist, take your partner-in-crime/husband/large dog/whatever makes you feel secure before taking on this adventure.
The end. Happy Hunting.