Vinted ruined my neighbors life (and he doesn’t know it yet)
I’d like to start by saying, in the year we’ve lived in our home, we have maybe talked to our neighbor twice…and “talked” is generous: very short greetings, at that.
However, my partner and I have decided we’re friends. Why, you may ask?
- Him and I alternate who mows the grass between our homes. We never spoke about it. It just happened once, and then never stopped happening.
- The way he talks to his dog is the biggest green flag.
- He’s just someone who radiates kind energy.
- He waves at us like we are his besties.
Anyway. Said neighbor owns a Jeep. My partner and I are not Jeep people—we don’t own one—but we noticed he only had a few ducks on his dash. And though we don’t know much about Jeeps, we know if there’s one thing Jeep owners love, it’s ducks on their dash.
So, one day, while thrifting, my partner brought home a rubber duck with a melted ice cream cone on its head she found for $1. We put it on his tire, and the next day, it was on his dash.
Lovely. Heartwarming. Cute.
About a week later, a coworker showed me Vinted.
Friends.
Do you know how many rubber ducks you can buy for just $1?
Little does this poor man know, I now have more than 30 ducks sitting in a box in our home, awaiting their perfect moment to be left on his car. Seasonal ones. Character ones. Themed ones.
We have no idea if he has any idea it’s us, but we are having a blast with the bit, while also watching his duck collection slowly grow.
So, yes. My poor neighbor’s life is about to be ruined (or ducking amazing) because of Vinted. And he has no idea.
* pics of some of my purchases just for fun