"Dan says either the buyers agree to take it or we don't move..."
Yes, I seem to have inadvertently created a similar situation with my garage. This weekend I removed an old over-the-range microwave oven (I come to find out this is called a "microhood" in kitchen contracting lingo, I had thought that was a thug with a pituitary problem) and installed a new one (trust me, it looks a lot easier in the instructions, and they don't look at all easy).
Now, you have to understand that San Franciscans are inveterate scroungers and garage sale attenders. Normally if you put something out on the street with even the smallest imaginable residual value, someone will snatch it up within moments. People will fight and kill for stuff in front of a house. Heavy trash pickup day here is some people's shining moment. There are a lot of people who call up the trash guys to map out the heavy pickup schedules for various blocks, with particular attention to the ritzier neighborhoods like Pacific Heights. These are not the riffraff that you'll see doing this elsewhere. Oh no. These are people driving BMW's and sporting wrinkle-free Dockers. Last heavy pickup day I saw one guy put a sixty year old, unimaginably grunged out pedestal sink in the trunk of his Acura.
That damn 70-something pound microwave sat like Humpty Dumpty in front of the house for seven solid hours. Nooooo takers, not a one. Finally it started to look like rain. So now it's in the garage. Where it will remain for posteriority. Later, someone (who apparently knows about these things) told me that an old microwave is basically worthless, because if there's anything wrong with it, it costs about as much to fix as it does to get a totally new one. And they all seem to fail when they're almost exactly ten years old. Something or other about a magnetron. |
