Funny story: On Tuesday I may have lost one of my new best friends from a couple years ago. I pulled up to a two way stop intersection at the same time as a pickup truck did. We waved each other on but I insisted since I knew I was turning onto our private road in 1/4 mile. So oddly, the truck turned there also. Now, there are only 5 properties on the road and I pretty well know the truck doesn't belong there. He stopped in the road by the first driveway to get out of the truck and walk towards me. He starts to say that he knows there is a guy that burns in an outdoor wood burner on the road, then suddenly says that it might be me! About this time I recognize him from an old Craigslist scrounge a mile away. He had a fair amount of poplar he was cutting down himself - I answered the ad and he loaded logs on my trailer with his tractor. Easy scrounge. Anyway, I confirm that I'm the guy that was at his place. He remembered what road I lived on but didn't have my name or number so he was searching me out. He starts explaining that he's paying to have a couple trees cut down and have the limbs removed. So I ask if he gets a better price if the guy leaves the trunks. He says no, but he was wondering if I would like to make a deal with him. I practically had to interrupt his sentence to explain, "I don't buy wood." He stops, almost surprised it seems, and repeats, "You don't buy wood." "Nope, I don't buy wood." Well, OK then. He says if his guy doesn't come through that he may still come to visit me. His neighbor wants the wood, but he knows that will turn into him delivering it and he's not interested in that.
At least he knows where I stand and can make his problem go away. All he has to do is stop over to see me again. And if he doesn't, I'll make plenty of new best friends again soon.