251 - Stiffed

I have a little side hustle in the late summer / early fall making pocket change with the fruits of the labors of the fruit trees in my backyard.

Yesterday I was convinced to set aside a big order for someone driving up from Springfield MO for a good price, so I agreed. They said when they get to where they’re staying since it’s a long drive between our locations could I possibly meet them someplace halfway between?

Normally I never agree to this, but it was a good deal for a lot of fruit, so I again agreed.

This morning when I got up I discovered he’d been up two hours ago looking for me and, he’d included an address way the hell out in the boonies asking me how close could I get to him? This wasn’t the deal, but, (I think you can see where this is going) it was a lot of fruit for a good price so I agreed.

No response.

An hour later he sends a note he’s heading to the plaza for “the wedding.”

What wedding? First I’ve heard of this. Does he want me to meet him at the plaza?

Who know’s because he remained incognito for the rest of the day, reading but not responding to my inquiries, leaving me holding the bag (actually, multiple bags of ripening fruit).

Thanks a lot pal.

I’ll glean some small satisfaction excoriating him with the rating I’ll leave on Facebook Marketplace, but I’d’ve preferred selling the fruit instead