I read this post even and still just had a scary run in. Looking for hand planes on CL. Ended up at a hoarder's place. An older gentleman greeted me at the door. House was a wreck. Stacks and stacks of anything and everything. He said the planes were in the basement. I really wanted to see them and couldn't think of a polite way to run out of there without offending. I followed him out of the foyer past a living room to the left. A man had been standing there quiet during the hellos that I only just caught out of the corner of my eye as I passed. Long straight black hair, un kept beard. Maybe 6'1", 220. I said hi and he managed only a creepy grin. I made it to the end of the hall and turned to see him quietly walk to the front door, exit and close the door tightly behind him. I followed the man down the basement steps to find every square inch of the place stacked to the ceiling with stuff. Only walk ways that were only passable by turning your shoulders sideways. And there was an inch of water covering the entire floor. He said the planes where way in the back. He headed that way. I stayed at the steps wanting to get some distance between us. Then I see the feet and legs of the other man walk by the basement window toward the back of the house. At that point I had enough heebeegeebees to get the heck gone. I said I had to make a call right away and sprinted up the stairs, out the front door and down the short drive. As I turned to my car I saw the other man walk around the corner of the house into the front yard. I just quickly and calmly kept walking as if I hadn't seen him. I think I had my car moving before i had my door shut all the way.! Chances are they weren't out to get me but it ain't fun feeling like your about to be chained up in someone's basement.
Meet in a parking lot! I will be from now on.
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