In Which I Watch Out for Ryan. {Kinda.}

You suffered through yesterday's story...do you have it in you for one more?

So Ryan is working on selling his beloved Old Trusty {renamed, by me, of course, as the Asphyxiator}. He put it up for sale online, and this week he had a bite. He told me he was going to meet someone about the truck, and I informed him I was going with him.

For surveillance.


Because I'm sure all of you would PICK ME FIRST to be your watchdog in such a situation.

But I've seen the movie. I was aware of the dangers and equal to the task to protect my husband.

We made our way to the Meijer parking lot for him to meet the gentleman interested in the truck. I pulled into a parking spot a few hundred yards away, slid down into the front seat and donned my sunglasses.

I made mental notes of the car that pulled in and the gentlemen that got out. I slid the window open and took photos of them in case I needed to turn those over to the police at any point in time. Then I realized I didn't have a clear view of their car, so I put the car in drive and looped around the parking lot to get photos at other angles.

I felt so Sandra Bullock.

I sent a text to my sister {with the above photo} telling her I was the undercover meet up watchdog. She replied with "Concealed carry?" I said, "I do have concealer. And lip gloss."

I felt that was a good answer.

The gentlemen looking at the car looked...and looked...and looked...so I took up a texting conversation with my mom, in which I learned I am the Honest Toddler. {If you listen to BLT, you'll understand what that means.} Here was our chat:

Me: So I'm on duty now for the meet-up. I have taken pictures of the men in case something goes wrong. Hi, my name is Bekah and I watch too many movies.

Mom: MEN??

Me: There are two. It's taking forever, which doesn't matter, except I get ice cream when it's over, and you know the danger of withholding that from me.

Mom: Taking f-o-r-e-v-e-r is exactly how long?

Me: A good 10 minutes so far. Maybe longer.

Me: ICE CREAM!!!!!!!!!!

Mom: He's done?

Me: No, I was just reminding you of the sense of urgency. In case you forgot.

Mom: I remember.

Me: They put the hood back down. The guy is pacing. BUY THE TRUCK AND I WILL SHARE MY ICE CREAM!! I bet he can be persuaded with food.

Me: Test driving.

Me: Test drive over. It's like watching the Judas bargaining scene in the Easter Pageant. Just a bunch of nodding and shaking and gesturing.

Mom: LOL!

Me: Think it would help if I rolled down the window and yelled BUY IT!!!! I'M READY FOR DESSERT!!!!!!

In the end, the gentleman passed on the vehicle, and an hour later, we were back in the parking lot, showing it to two other...individuals {gentlemen would be not quite the right descriptor}...who, according to Ryan, spent most of their time burping and telling him stories of trucks they used to own in days of yore.

Apparently selling cars is not always a smooth process.

But let the record show, all was well in the end {despite the fact that the truck has yet to sell}, and I actually got an entire blog post written during the second adventure.

That may not speak well for my surveillance skills.