Why Didn’t She Sell It To Us?

Last Thursday I saw a tweet that Marty’s Market, one of our favorite spots on the Strip, was closing. This was a total bummer. They were a combination of an organic grocery store and a cafe. They were selling everything on Saturday, so we decided to make the trip to Pittsburgh.

I am on the hunt for the perfect dining room table that seats ten. When I walked into the market, I laid my eyes upon my dream table. It was stunning. The table top was made from reclaimed wood from a bowling alley in Indiana, PA and the iron legs were crafted in Millville, PA. The price listed on the table was $2,395, but it was negotiable.

   

    
 When we found the owner, we offered $1,000. She said she couldn’t do it, but she took our number in case it didn’t sell.

We ran around the city a few more hours then went back. We offered $1,200. She said no because she had $700 in the legs alone and she paid the costumer who built it for her with food. We offered $1,500, and she said no again. She said she had restaurant owners coming in on Tuesday and she wanted to see how that went.

I will admit that I fought the lump in my thought when we walked away from that table.

She called Dusty Monday to say that it sold.

My heart is broken.