But lightning finally struck this week when a woman who recently bought one of my old leather jackets emailed to say hi, how much she loved the "leath-a" (remember Stella from the last season of Project Runway?), and that she'd pick up the Coach sleeve tomorrow morning if I still had it. You can't ask for a better sitch. I brought it to work with me, she arrived as promised, and I even made $5 above the asking price 'cause neither one of us had change.
To tell you the truth, I would've returned the damn thing to the Coach outlet at some point within the next year or so -- I just didn't feel like driving all the way up there. I figured what the hell? If I can sell it on the C-list, it'll save me a trip. As you can well imagine, I made 100% profit to cover my time and original gas money. Hey, gas wasn't cheap this summer and she was thrilled. Who am I to stand between a woman and her Coach fix?