Ever on the alert, I asked, "Was it Nigeria? Because a lot of Internet scams come out of Nigeria."
"Yeah, I think that might have been it. I think it was."
We talked about it and decided this must be somebody wanting to take us for a bunch of money (blood from a turnip?), or maybe make off with our rusty old Ford 5000 diesel tractor without paying. We agreed that if the guy came back with cash, we'd have one of those pens you use to mark on paper money to see if it's counterfeit. Oh no, nobody's going to take us to the cleaners. We weren't born yesterday.
And just as we thought, we never heard back from this man... for several weeks.
Then, after we'd given up ever seeing him again, he called Friday to say he'd be here Tuesday (yesterday). He had someone coming from Massachusetts to check out the tractor before they bought it.
Could it get any crazier? All of this sounded like a made-up story. Cliff has had some problem understanding the guy due to his accent, so we weren't sure what he'd said. Surely he got something wrong.
But we got a call yesterday saying they were on the way. I intended to meet them this time!
I had some steaks in the Instant Pot cooking; that was the smell; I considered inviting them to stay for dinner, but didn't. I wanted them to make sure they wanted the tractor and then hand over the money! I didn't want to stretch it out any longer.
The ancient radio that still works.
And Cliff shared a bit of his profit with me, a very generous act on his part since I never make him share his tractor fund money. I've been needing a new winter coat.