Can I tell you about frustration, err, Fenestration… You tell me if you’ve had an experience like this before.
First off, this is Fenestration:
Fenestration stands 68 inches tall and 88 inches wide.
I hate her!
I mean, she’s nice and all, but I hate her because of the bad memories that come with her as a result of a bad decision on my part, and my inability to be mean / stand up for myself.
When my wife and I purchased our previous house, Fenestration was hanging in the family room over the couch. They room had a built-in wall unit on one wall, a built-in fireplace on the other wall, and a window on the third wall. With 12 foot ceilings, Fenestration made the room.
But it wasn’t ours… It was art which belonged to the previous owner.
On moving day, the previous owner asked me if we had any interest in Fenestration, because it was too big for his new condo, and it really made the room.
I agreed, and figured that after buying the house, it was a nice throw in which I could always sell if we found something nicer.
“Great!” he said… “Just give me $200 bucks for it.”
“What? $200 bucks??? I don’t want it, thanks anyways”, was my reply.
“No, you should keep it”, he declared.
“Okay, but I’m not paying $200 bucks for it”, was my response.
Apparently, I wasn’t clear, because I had no intention on paying him for this painting and he expected $200 from me, that he showed up at the house 6 times over the next 2 weeks asking for the $200.
I finally told him to come get the painting, but he somehow talked me out of that.
So I caved…
Gave him $200.
Told my wife he backed off his price.
She didn’t buy that story for a second.
So Fenestration hung on the wall for almost 5-years at that house, reminding me that I should have told him to take the damn thing or better, to just throw it in since we had bought his damn house.
Then we moved again… 5 years ago…
One of the last things I moved was Fenestration!
Rode down the main street at 2 in the morning with Fenestration flapping up and down due to the wind. She refused to break… Damn her!
And now in our new house, Fenestration lives in the basement playroom beside the treadmill and under the hanging TV. I use that treadmill twice a week, and each time I curse Fenestration!
I tried to sell Fenestration recently, asking $200.01 for the painting and had some quick responses. One asked me to take $50, the other $150. Neither deals went through.
I even go an offer from Nigeria to sell Fenestration for $10,000, but I balked at giving them my bank details, social insurance number and PIN number.
This summer, I will sell Fenestration! I have to. But I will always have this post to remind me about her, and of course, my wife and he story which might start like this; “… remember that time you stupidly…”