So I had a real 2010 moment this weekend that kind of freaked me out.
A couple weeks ago, the bottom of one of the drawers of my crappy IKEA dresser dropped out. Ever since, I’ve been living partially out of a suitcase in my own room, which is a little ridiculous. I finally got fed up with this situation on Friday and went online to find a new dresser. Under the “furniture” section on Craig’s List, I spotted a listing for a solid wood 6-drawer dresser with a dark cherry finish and gold handles, nearly new, $90. Boom. So I e-mailed the girl, “I’d like to buy your dresser. When can I come pick it up?”
She got back to me in under 3 minutes. “Sold– you can come pick it up anytime on Sunday. Here is my address: xxx xxxxxx xxxxxx.”
I wrote back, “Great, I’ll come around 1pm and bring cash.” Donezo.
Sunday arrives, I buy a bottled water at the grocery store so that I can use the “cash back” option to pull out $90 in cash sans crippling ATM fee (borderline genius), and I drive out to her place to make the exchange. As I’m dragging my shiny new real-person dresser down the hall, feeling pretty proud of myself for the ease with which I have executed this business transaction, the lady says, “Oh, by the way. After we exchanged a few e-mails you made it into my contact list, so I clicked the link on your g-chat status. I love your blog– I’m totally hooked on it.”
I almost dropped the dresser on my foot. “What? Whoa, thanks,” I said, running over my recent blog posts in my mind, trying to mentally comb through all the personal details this (lovely) stranger now knows about me. I mean, I understand that when you write a blog, people you’ve never met are bound to eventually read it. But I’m rarely in a position where I am standing face to face with someone I’ve never met before, have zero friends in common with and know nothing about at all, who can probably recite the story about my recent embarrassing experience with yoga or my terrible first date. It was surreal.
So yes, I’m sorry I bored you with that mundane story, but you have to admit– it’s kind of weird how, via this online transaction, I found myself in this random woman’s bedroom purchasing her used dresser and talking to her about what is essentially my online diary.
Have you guys ever had a freaky-deaky new millennium technology moment?