Sunday morning before church, I had to stop at a gas station in Raytown (don't laugh that's where I live). It's about 6:20 am and I've just stepped out of my car when this old beat up truck that says "Something Er Uther Roofing" pulls up to the front of the store. Was that the Dueling Banjo's on his stereo? I hear this loud voice calling out to me from across the parking lot, "DO YOU PLAY GEETAR?". Initially I thought to ignore him but then I saw that I was the only person at the gas pumps and knew he had to be talking to me. I responded "Yeah". Here's how it went down from there:
"Wanna buy a guitar for $50?"
"Uhhhhh..." He starts walking towards me. I feel around my pockets for any kind of weapon. Nothing but my cell phone. It worked for Russel Crowe, but he's a much stronger guy than myself. In my mind I think of a possible quick way to kick then run.
"I'd be glad to show you." His truck was right by the front door to the convenience store, which was not a Quik Trip (first mistake: always go to QT).
"Lemme pump this gas and I'll have a look." I pump then walk to the truck.
"Someone told me this was a $1,000 guitar, but there aren't any pawn shops open on a Sunday and I need to unload this." Red warning lights flash through my mind. Anytime someone wants to "unload this", it usually means stolen property.
"Where'd you get it?" I asked
"My sister's boyfriend was cheating on her and I took what was rightfully hers."
This was a Les Paul electric guitar in EXCELLENT condition. These are typically sold for $1,000 or more. I chose to not purchase the guitar. He gave me info to call him back if I changed my mind. That really is a steal (literally and figuratively).
This was a crazy/tempting situation for me. We're always put in positions to make ethical decisions. Would it have been wrong to buy this guitar? Was it a missed blessing from God? I wonder if you all think I should have bought the guitar? HMMmmmmmm.....
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