I posted an old metal dog crate on Craigslist for $10.
The ad content:
Metal dog crate with metal pan (some rust on pan). Otherwise, in good condition. W: 19", L: 24", H: 21". $10. Please call anytime. We can text you a picture. Thanks!
Pretty self-explanatory, or so I thought.
I received this wackadoo email:
Please tell me more about this dog crate!
Are you kidding me? What more can I possibly say?! Should I measure the squares? Should I rephrase the ad? "Pamper your medium-sized dog-child with this luxuriously appointed canine enclosure?"
My less-than-kind response:
About the crate: It is $10!! If it doesn't sell today, I am putting it out on the curb.
Craigslist...the misadventure continues.
Photos by Amanda Naylor, PThreePhoto.com
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Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Lifetime Television's "Craigslist Killer"
That was based on a true story. So is this:
As I have blogged, we are selling various things on Craigslist at the moment. Or, at least we are trying to sell them, but mostly we are just answering various detailed questions about the things, negotiating prices on the things, making appointments to show the things, and waiting for people-who-never-show-up to show up to supposedly buy the said things. Noooo...I'm not bitter. At all.
Anwwho, when people do arrive to buy things, it is actually kind of scary. Here you have gone and given a complete stranger your phone number and address and essentially invited them in to case your house and get familiar with your family... So that they can later come back and rob/kidnap/murder you in your sleep. (We watched the Lifetime TV for women's dramatization of a true story, "Craigslist Killer," which I do not advise, if you ever plan on utilizing Craigslist.)
Since posting our junk on Craigslist, we have all been a little on edge about our personal security. Code Red. It reminds me totally of a time a long while ago, when I was taking a bath when Greg came home from work. I had the bathroom door mostly closed and the lights were turned off. I was just soaking silently in the tub. Me time.
I heard him come in the door, but I figured he would figure out where I was...so, I said nothing. Remember? It was "me time." I heard him walking all around the house. I heard him opening closets. I heard him go outside. I heard him go into the basement. I thought little of it because (a) he is generally a very strange man so nothing really seems out-of-the-ordinary about a teensie episode of erratic behavior, and (b) it was ME TIME! and as long as he wasn't in that bathroom, I was happy.
After a good 15 or 20 minutes, the bathroom door slllloooowwwwwlllyyyy creaked open, inch-by-inch. I opened my eyes to see what was going on. The business end of a tennis racket was stealthily pushing the door ajar. What??
Greg was prowling the house (armed with sports equipment).
Greg (with relief): "I saw your car in the garage, so I knew you were home...But you weren't anywhere, so I assumed that someone was holding you hostage, and I was looking for them."
With a tennis racket.
Me: "Why didn't you just call my name? And, seriously, a tennis racket?"
Greg: "We need to get a gun."
Me: "Oh, no...we don't."
Can you imagine?
As I have blogged, we are selling various things on Craigslist at the moment. Or, at least we are trying to sell them, but mostly we are just answering various detailed questions about the things, negotiating prices on the things, making appointments to show the things, and waiting for people-who-never-show-up to show up to supposedly buy the said things. Noooo...I'm not bitter. At all.
Anwwho, when people do arrive to buy things, it is actually kind of scary. Here you have gone and given a complete stranger your phone number and address and essentially invited them in to case your house and get familiar with your family... So that they can later come back and rob/kidnap/murder you in your sleep. (We watched the Lifetime TV for women's dramatization of a true story, "Craigslist Killer," which I do not advise, if you ever plan on utilizing Craigslist.)
Since posting our junk on Craigslist, we have all been a little on edge about our personal security. Code Red. It reminds me totally of a time a long while ago, when I was taking a bath when Greg came home from work. I had the bathroom door mostly closed and the lights were turned off. I was just soaking silently in the tub. Me time.
I heard him come in the door, but I figured he would figure out where I was...so, I said nothing. Remember? It was "me time." I heard him walking all around the house. I heard him opening closets. I heard him go outside. I heard him go into the basement. I thought little of it because (a) he is generally a very strange man so nothing really seems out-of-the-ordinary about a teensie episode of erratic behavior, and (b) it was ME TIME! and as long as he wasn't in that bathroom, I was happy.
After a good 15 or 20 minutes, the bathroom door slllloooowwwwwlllyyyy creaked open, inch-by-inch. I opened my eyes to see what was going on. The business end of a tennis racket was stealthily pushing the door ajar. What??
Greg was prowling the house (armed with sports equipment).
Greg (with relief): "I saw your car in the garage, so I knew you were home...But you weren't anywhere, so I assumed that someone was holding you hostage, and I was looking for them."
With a tennis racket.
Me: "Why didn't you just call my name? And, seriously, a tennis racket?"
Greg: "We need to get a gun."
Me: "Oh, no...we don't."
Can you imagine?
Saturday, April 2, 2011
GRR! Craigslist "Buyers"!!
What is the obvious way to pass a weekend when you are suffering paralyzing neck and back pain? You guessed it: moving furniture, duh!
Well, we are gearing up to put the house on the market in a few weeks, so we need to unload some unnecessary furniture. Also, this is Greg's weekend off, which only occurs once every six weeks. Enter: Craigslist. We have had really good luck selling things quickly on Craigslist in the past: truck, horse trailer, etcetera. So, last night, I went crazy putting everything from a motorcycle to a dog crate in the CL classifieds.
Within, literally, minutes, we had sold a laptop and had calls on various pieces of furniture. We made appointments to show the sectional this morning between 8 and 9AM: no show, no call. So, we got up early on our one day off for no reason. We had also negotiated a verbal agreement on price and set a delivery time of 11AM for the chair-and-a-half: no call. Turns out the lady went out drinking last night and spent all the money she withdrew from the bank for the chair! Wha--?? So, we moved the chair, found someone to help Greg load it into the truck, and rearranged our schedule for the day for no reason. We are supposed to hear from the next "buyer" about an appointment at 1PM. I am not too hopeful; we probably hung around the house all day today for no reason.
What kind of people have no qualm about disrupting/disrespecting others? Craigslist buyers, apparently! Get some manners, fools!
(OJ withrawal seems to be making me cranky.)
Well, we are gearing up to put the house on the market in a few weeks, so we need to unload some unnecessary furniture. Also, this is Greg's weekend off, which only occurs once every six weeks. Enter: Craigslist. We have had really good luck selling things quickly on Craigslist in the past: truck, horse trailer, etcetera. So, last night, I went crazy putting everything from a motorcycle to a dog crate in the CL classifieds.
Within, literally, minutes, we had sold a laptop and had calls on various pieces of furniture. We made appointments to show the sectional this morning between 8 and 9AM: no show, no call. So, we got up early on our one day off for no reason. We had also negotiated a verbal agreement on price and set a delivery time of 11AM for the chair-and-a-half: no call. Turns out the lady went out drinking last night and spent all the money she withdrew from the bank for the chair! Wha--?? So, we moved the chair, found someone to help Greg load it into the truck, and rearranged our schedule for the day for no reason. We are supposed to hear from the next "buyer" about an appointment at 1PM. I am not too hopeful; we probably hung around the house all day today for no reason.
What kind of people have no qualm about disrupting/disrespecting others? Craigslist buyers, apparently! Get some manners, fools!
(OJ withrawal seems to be making me cranky.)
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