Pardon me while I sell my sweet life away
I’m in the midst of selling off all my furniture and have been projected in the vortex of hell aka Craigslist. As always, craiglist buyers think that since they have the cash, they have no obligation to behave like sane human beings. Basically, I’m getting paid to deal with their crazy. The problem is that Craigslist created the portal to Crazytown. They have small jpg limits and so I’m inducted into a cat and mouse email tag for ‘more pics’. How many pics do you need to see? Should I send a scratch and sniff of my futon? Bitches are crazy. I plan to hire famed photographer Annie Liebovitz to hand them full gloss photos. Now will you buy my used furniture, you nut cases? Then there’s all the questions about dimensions. I set up a viewing time to see the furniture. They can bring a measuring tape and get the dimensions themselves. If another person asks me for the dimensions of my end table, I’m going to squeeze it through the child-proof bars on my front window and toss it to the cold concrete. By the way, the end tables dimensions are: make up your damn mind inches tall by no checks cash only wide…
It should be illegal to laugh as hard as I did reading this post!! Having been thrust into the ‘vortex of hell’ myself a few times, I get the suffering. Bravo for putting it in writing!! Oh by the way…can you deliver the end table?? j/k