Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Craigslist

I have found both ups and downs to selling on Craigslist. Although I haven't made any purchases I have sold an item or ten.

My typical sale goes something like this
  1. I find an item around my house that I no longer have a need for.
  2. I place my ad.
  3. In the days following I sift through email after email from people who would like to pay me more than what my item is listed for. All I have to do is accept their check and send them a small amount and the item back.
  4. Occasionally I find a person who actually cares about what they are about to purchase. They make an appointment to come over, half of them show up.
  5. On even a rarer occasion someone actually shows up and pays for the item. They even take said item home.
This week has been the typical scenario over and over. This morning however, takes the cake. Not literally, I do not sell cake online.

I posted an ad for a jewelry armoire. The man who called seemed a bit off to me, but also genuinely interested. I gave him my address. He showed up at my door step, vente coffee in one hand and about 30 wadded up receipts in the other. I show him the furniture at the same time I try very hard not to notice his outfit. Pistons tee shirt, tan trench coat, khakis with multiple holes in them, shiny blue and orange shoes, and to really top his get up he kind of looks like Gallagher (you know the watermelon smashing dude?)

Jeff came home about 5 minutes in to this mans ramblings about crazy things. When he came down stairs the man gave him a very suspicious look and "hid" his receipts in the top drawer of the armoire.

Gallagher was driving a Chevy Malibu. When asked how he would like to get it home he said "By my calculations it will fit perfectly in the back seat" Jeffs quick retort was "Not with the doors on it won't".  He paid cash, we smushed it in the back of his car while pulling back the door the whole time. Gallagher was much more concerned with his coffee than heavy lifting.

We said the usual "have a safe holiday, nice weekend, whatevers" Then we watched him take a whisk broom and sweep off the front seat of his car before he sat down and eventually, after finishing the conversation with his steering wheel, drove away.



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