Finally happened to me

I drove 95 miles (each way) to purchase a large very rare vintage piece of furniture (that I have been searching for FOR YEARS) from a woman yesterday. She rushed me to be there that day by a specific time and I made it—only to sit in the driveway of her deceased aunt’s vacant house for two hours while she completely ghosted me (should have left sooner, I know, but I kept holding out false hopes).

To add insult to injury, the woman had the audacity to message me later that night that she had sold it to a local reseller who was going to “paint it and spice it up” and repost it on marketplace after and I’d have a chance to buy it again then. I think the fact she’s giving a perfect rare piece to some ass clown to “paint and spice” might actually sting more than the 190 miles of frantic driving I did for no reason.