I have a 2nd blunder to reveal.
A neighbor’s mother passed, they were holding an estate sale to clear the house. A daunting task, to be sure, in the “best of” circumstances. I went.
There was a “cool” table in the basement they said and wanted me to see—!?!
Back—W A Y back—in a corner room with NO lighting. Like where you’d hide the bodies corner room. Like no one’s gonna find this corner room—on purpose.
Best I could see of it—it DID look interesting~? “How much?” “What do you think?” “$20….?” “I’ll ask.” We headed back up to rejoin the world.
“He said $45.” “Yeah. I really can’t pay that much, sorry. $20 is gonna have to be my max—I couldn’t really see, but it kind of looked like it needed some work. Besides, hey~ no neighbor discount available?!”
The older brother [in charge] decided they’d take my $20, and would bring it upstairs for me to pick up the next morning. . . !
EVERY part of it is in major distress. AND it’s weirdly short. Barely 26″.
~For a table~as they called it. OR a desk~which is what I think it might actually be. . . ??? Even boosting it with wheels won’t really get you a normal working height.