Another MH$P accident

Although I bought my first resin in 1999, it was the second resin--an Ann Harris Bubba--who truly turned me into a resin collector.  Here's Jolly Roger's story.

The year was 2003 and my life was on the upswing.  We'd recently moved into our current home, Seth had a new, better paying job, and I was doing a brisk business selling all sorts of small tack items.  There was a little bit of money burning a hole in my pocket, so I indulged myself in that most dangerous of past times and logged onto Model Horse $ales Pages.

Up popped an ad for familiar looking spotted pony.  I clicked on the link, and sure enough, I did know the pony in question.  He belonged to a local shower, and I'd admired him in person on numerous occasions.  The price was surprisingly low--more than the balance of my PayPal account, but not by much.  

"Hmmmm," I thought to myself.  "I can almost afford that pony.  I wonder if she'd consider time payments."  

I clicked the "Contact Vendor" button and made an inquiry.  I didn't expect anything to come of it, but there's no harm in asking, right?

The seller responded almost immediately.  She presented me with a complete--and very affordable--payment plan.  She didn't ask if I was a serious buyer.  Instead, she just seemed to assume that I had made a firm commitment.

My first reaction was, "That's kind of presumptuous."  

My second reaction was, "I can't afford resins."

Then, I read the email again and realized that I could, in fact, afford this resin.  I logged into PayPal and made my first payment before I had a chance to change my mind.

And just like that, I accidentally became a resin collector.