Husand rang me to report that he’d picked up the slow cooker I bought for $5.50 from TradeMe. Only used once!
I told myself the big grin plastered across my face was an expression of the customary joy I feel when conversing with Husband, rather than excitement about my new purchase almost within my clutching grasp.
“But it has a big crack in the lid,” said Andrew. “Did you know about that?”
“No! The listing never- there was no mention of cracks. She said it had been used once (although there was nothing about what for). And she had 100% positive feedback. Aw, this SUCKS! $5.50 for a broken slow cooker! What a crock!”
“Yes. I told her she was a timewaster and you’d give her a red face and then I set the dog on her.”
“Wait- wait a moment. You’re having me on, aren’t you?”
This time I couldn’t lie to myself: the relief I felt was because my slow cooker was uncracked and almost within my clutching grasp.