My Son the Negotiator

Some months ago Glen found a jet ski for free on Craigslist. Let’s be honest, it could have been years ago, they have stuff stashed in the woods and as long as I can’t see it fine.

Chris always encourages their interest and will hop in the truck with the tow trailer and pick up about anything. He and the boys enjoy it, I have several friends who can attest to this fact.

It has developed that Glen is a master negotiator and in his free time finds stuff on Craigslist and haggles people down. He will then go to his father and say hey I’ve got this really good deal on “whatever”. They show up and most of these people are very impressed (or embarrassed) that they were car salesmen’d by a 15 year old kid. Lately it has been jet skis.

We have never owned a jet ski, but the kid who will not study and is happy with a B average in his school work can tear one down and put it back together. This goes for small aircraft too. He has probably negotiated a few of those just for the fun of it… Maybe.

Fast forward to last night, it is dusk, I was told it was a 2 hour drive, turns out it was 6 hours round trip, I’m in the middle of a field in Auburn, AL with a family of what I called Mennonites that have a jet ski and trailer for sale for $75.

It was the exact same type Glen has had stashed in the woods. They handed off money and ratchet strapped the jet ski and trailer down while I talked to the guy about chickens (who his brother tended) and ducks (who his other brother tended) and turkeys (which with my enthusiasm I think he couldn’t tell me that they ate theirs), and a milking cow (his sisters tended) and beef cattle (which he sold his share and now his parents are making him get rid of his “junk” and he wants to move to Virginia 😳), and bees (which he offered to go get his other brother to talk about them, I politely declined feeling the dark and the eyes in the fields closing in on us). I swear as we were pulling out Laura Engles ran after us waving.

We got home about midnight, alive and I was only slightly bitter but what made it all worthwhile is today Glen and his dad are cobbling the two together and that thing fired up. The tune of Sanford and Son has been in my head all day.

Published by rebeccawilson

I believe in the God of the Bible and that Jesus is His Son who died on the cross at Calvary for the sins of the world. This free gift is for you and for me, if we accept that fact by faith and strive daily to follow His Living Word that is the same today, yesterday, and forever. Also, for the record, I love my boyfriend whom I have been married to for going on 18 years. We have two boys that are both in high school, which is taught at home by yours truly. Cats, dogs, chickens, ducks, goats, turkeys, squirrels, chipmunks, peacocks, song birds, coyotes, raccoons, opossums, all call our yard home and I have a story about all of them. I am originally from Kentucky, with deep roots in Eastern Kentucky's Appalachian Mountains. I grew up in a working class suburb of Lexington, Kentucky. I am married to a quiet feller from Birmingham, Alabama. We met in Tampa, FL, married, had two kids and moved to California. From there we landed in Alabama for a few years and then by the providence of God we moved to our little piece of heaven in Georgia where we live in a white house, on a little hill, in the rocky foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. I have some things I think I might want to write that maybe someone might want to read... mostly stories and experiences of my own and a few I can relay from second hand knowledge but none with great confidence, pride, or true story telling ability, just overthought ramblings that I quickly need to capture before I forget.

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