After weeks of searching the area on-line classifieds, I had finally found it! The perfect buffet to convert into a bathroom cabinet. It was the right dimensions and had all the storage we would need. I grabbed the address and hustled out the door.
When I first laid eyes on it I knew it was everything I hoped it would be. An absolutely perfect fit for our old farm house bathroom. I quickly said, "I'll take it"! But long after I had agreed to the full asking price the owner kept talking.
She pointed out the delicate wood overlays in perfect condition. She told me it had been in her family for years. Then she asked me a dangerous question,
"So what are your plans for my beautiful buffet?"
It suddenly dawned on me...I was being interviewed to be the next curator of this piece! Could I really tell her I was going to cut a gaping hole in the top and slap a sink in it?
I snapped into my best job interview mode.
Spit out gum...check.
Cross legs politely at the ankles...check.
Lean slightly forward and maintain eye contact....check.
I had to ace this interview!
She went on about how she had protected the wood from water marks.
Oh, no! Did it show on my face that I'd be putting this buffet in a room guaranteed to expose it to splashes, steam and potentially other noxious vapors?
I put on my best interview face and tried to dazzle her with my knowledge of wood care. She seemed satisfied for the moment.
She continued on about the pieces of hardware that were original and the pieces that had been replaced.
I leaned forward even closer and listened intently.
"Look, under here," she pointed. "This is where I stored my grandmother's good china and all my vintage linens, right in the middle section." But I couldn't stop myself from thinking....if we took the middle shelf out there would be plenty of room for the plumbing. And I'll bet I could get a whole case of toilet paper in there too.
The time had come. It was time to give the compelling speech that would seal the deal.
I described how this buffet would be placed prominently in a room that got daily use. In a room where people are generally seated. It would most often be admired right from eye level!
That must have been the clincher, I got the job! I was going to be the next curator of this piece! I gave her a check and she helped me load this lovely piece in my car. I'm certain that my taillights looked like rocket flares as I sped away.
I admit I did have some remorse as the big hole was cut in the top. I hoped that I hadn't been too deceptive. But after all I had saved it from the garage where she had been storing it. Didn't she realize what big temperature fluctuations could do to old wood like that?
I truly hope that the original curator would be pleased to see how wonderfully this buffet has adapted to its new use.
So, don't be too hard on me... but tell me.... what would you have done?