I know I'll get some of the details of this story wrong, but since I understand the jist of it and I thought it was amusing, I decided to relay the tale in my own words.
We had a hay rake advertised in a Farm paper lately and the gentleman who answered the ad made arrangements with Blake to come to our farm to pick it up. The man lives an hour or two away so Blake said, "Ok, just give me a call when you're close."
Sure thing.
The guy was getting close to the farm, so he placed a call as planned.
"Hello?"
"Hello. Do you have a wheel rake?" (to verify it was indeed us)
"Yes."
"I'm getting close to W-town. I'll be there in about 20 minutes to pick up the rake."
Pause on the other end of the line. "But I'm on my way out to field to rake hay with it right now. It isn't for sale!"
There was a quick exchange of information that revealed a misdialed number to another farmer in our neighborhood with the same kind of rake! Opps.......
~Colleen
