Thursday, April 19, 2012
I love Craigslist.
I mean seriously, what other web site exists where you can simultaneously buy a new BMW, a dairy goat milking stand, a 20 inch Cymbal for $1, 90% clean dirt for FREE and a double jointed Indonesian tranny with a foot fetish?
So I recently got engaged and decided to move in with my fiance. When I looked around her place and asked where I should put all of my furniture she immediately replied "on Craigslist."
So yesterday I sold my kitchen table to two young hipster types. After they left with the table, I received a strange and slightly disturbing text from one of the youngsters.
Ummm.....say what??? Did this guy think he had looked me up in a different Craigslist section?
I didn't want to be rude so after immediately grabbing my things and running-the-hell-away-as-fast-as-I-could I sent back a polite response, only to then realize it was, well, a little misunderstanding.
Aaah, Craigslist. You are always surprising me. Maybe that's why I love you so much.