Who knew Craigslist shopping for kid gear was a competitive sport? The seller posted the ad for the big plastic tacky kid toy (BPTKT) at 1:45pm. I called at 2:00pm, thinking I was really jumping on this BPTKT. Seller Lady said she'd received three emails and had just gotten off the phone with a woman who was coming by at 5:30pm, "but just to look, so......." Sensing a lack of commitment to BPTKT buyer #1, I attacked. "I'll be there in an hour with cash!" SOLD! Mine! Mwahahaha, take THAT, 5:30pm tire kicker! I was even willing to offer $5 more than she was asking to tip the deal in my favor, but didn't even have to go there. (Only after A and I were halfway to Seller Lady's house did I think about whether the BPTKT was going to fit in my midsize SUV. Um, derrrr. Thankfully, it fit in with a millimeter to spare.) Anyway, I guess other parents don't enjoy spending $179 on BPTKTs either, so a $30 Craigslist listing for one that's unfaded, unbroken, and not located in the ghetto brings out tough competition among the internet shopping mommy types. Fortunately, I'm highly experienced in competition against crazy women. For example, I spent the summer of 2002 locked in my bedroom with my laptop plotting each and every millisecond of my sorority's fall rush (excuse me, I meant formal recruitment). I was determined that Alpha Phi would continue our recent track record of total campus domination- we weren't filling the hallowed halls of 2626 with a bunch of second rate duds on my watch, no sirreeee. And it worked- we totally KILLED those DGs and GPhis and all the other slacker houses with our wickedly polished synchronized window pop out/singing skills and cutting edge sherbet hued graffiti writing rush shirts! HA! Sweet taste of victory then, in the form of a celebratory bid day and stellar group of new recruits. Sweet taste of victory now, in the form of a BPTKT filling up my mommy mobile and bringing a whole lot of wide eyed giggles out of my sweet boy.
PS: Here's A's face after I told him that rush story. Probably kind of like your face right now.
PPS: even hose water tastes better from a Mighty Fine cup.