I'm having a weird, odd, frustrating, lousy day so far.
We had someone show up to look at the car I have for sale. They were all interested and made an offer but said they had to run up to the bank to get the rest of the money. Oh, but wait, our truck is stuck in the ditch, can you pull us out?
So hubby rescued them. They never came back for the car. And I thought they were totally serious, they had a car trailer on their truck and everything.
In the meantime, the one duck customer who didn't back out was already several hours late. We get idiots pulled out of the ditch, I wrote up a bill of sale and got all the documents ready to sign off on the car and the duck buyers show up. So we go upstairs and the ducklings have practically drowned themselves in their water. They spilled so much out of the waterer that they're soaked and standing in half an inch of water (why the pellets didn't soak it up, I'll never know).
So now I'm holding a half-dead duckling, trying to warm the silly thing, and trying to explain to the buyers how to tell a good runner from a pet quality runner.
So, had every buyer I talked to come through, I'd have $3060 in my pocket. I have $18.
I don't know if I want to scream or cry.