Oh, the joys of selling furniture on Craigslist.
You know I had to move due to a financial emergency. I had about two weeks to get my stuff out of my apartment since I unfortunately cannot take it with me and I need to travel light. I could also use the money, who doesn't like getting some extra dinero?
I realize that I am selling on Craigslist. I realize that the seller and buyer have a relationship where the seller wants to get as much as he can for the cat piss stained couch, thinking that the blanket thrown over it and a gallon of Fabreeze will mask the smell, while the buyer wants to look over every single detail and get it for as low as possible.
With every piece of furniture I've purchased, I've had the sellers thank me. For what? The money? Taking the piece off their hands? Now that I’m on the selling end of the Craigslist seesaw, I now know the main reason people thanked me.
They thanked me for ending the nightmare of dealing with fucking idiots.
I could regale you with the tales of the last two weeks of people confirming but not showing, people not coming back, people trying to lowball me, or people begging to get it for free. I could tell you of the people that asked a thousand questions (It’s a rice cooker with white base and black trim, no I don’t know if it will match your décor and I’m not taking any more pictures), the people that wanted to send me a check and wire them the difference, or the mysterious emails telling me I won the UK BANKER LOTTO FOR 14M POUNDS STERLING.
No, I want to tell you about the wonderful experience I had one night.
If the ad says the sofa is $150, if I mention in the email correspondence it’s $150, if you agree it’s $150, then I am under the assumption you know that I am expecting you to have no problem paying $150 for it.
When you show up at my apartment with a truck to move it and tell me you only have $60 in cash on you, I will laugh in your face and blow you off.
Let me assure you I do not care about any of the following:
-You drove fifty miles in a truck that barely gets double digit gas mileage
-You were thinking that the prospect of waving actual cash in front of me would make me forget you had no intention of bringing the other $90 we agreed upon.
-That I should be grateful anyone is coming to get rid of it so I should feel honored you’re offering me $60
-You will have to drive another fifty miles back, empty handed, wasting money with gas prices being what they are and all.
-You insist I won’t sell it to you at that price because I’m white and you're Mexican
-I’m choosing to sell it to the other buyer who is in my apartment right now looking at it simply because she is my same race and the fact she’s hot and has a great rack.
The reasons I’m choosing to sell it to the other buyer are the following:
-She agreed upon the $150.
-She has a vehicle there and help to load it.
-She is offering me $150 in cash right then compared to your $60.
-She did not try to play me as a fool.
-She did not accuse me of being racist.
-She has a great rack.
Nothing personal. It’s called business. I’m sorry for laughing at you, but it was incredibly absurd.
I don’t care if you waste your own time, just don’t waste mine along with it.
Anyone else have stories of Craigslist stupidity?
You know I had to move due to a financial emergency. I had about two weeks to get my stuff out of my apartment since I unfortunately cannot take it with me and I need to travel light. I could also use the money, who doesn't like getting some extra dinero?
I realize that I am selling on Craigslist. I realize that the seller and buyer have a relationship where the seller wants to get as much as he can for the cat piss stained couch, thinking that the blanket thrown over it and a gallon of Fabreeze will mask the smell, while the buyer wants to look over every single detail and get it for as low as possible.
With every piece of furniture I've purchased, I've had the sellers thank me. For what? The money? Taking the piece off their hands? Now that I’m on the selling end of the Craigslist seesaw, I now know the main reason people thanked me.
They thanked me for ending the nightmare of dealing with fucking idiots.
I could regale you with the tales of the last two weeks of people confirming but not showing, people not coming back, people trying to lowball me, or people begging to get it for free. I could tell you of the people that asked a thousand questions (It’s a rice cooker with white base and black trim, no I don’t know if it will match your décor and I’m not taking any more pictures), the people that wanted to send me a check and wire them the difference, or the mysterious emails telling me I won the UK BANKER LOTTO FOR 14M POUNDS STERLING.
No, I want to tell you about the wonderful experience I had one night.
If the ad says the sofa is $150, if I mention in the email correspondence it’s $150, if you agree it’s $150, then I am under the assumption you know that I am expecting you to have no problem paying $150 for it.
When you show up at my apartment with a truck to move it and tell me you only have $60 in cash on you, I will laugh in your face and blow you off.
Let me assure you I do not care about any of the following:
-You drove fifty miles in a truck that barely gets double digit gas mileage
-You were thinking that the prospect of waving actual cash in front of me would make me forget you had no intention of bringing the other $90 we agreed upon.
-That I should be grateful anyone is coming to get rid of it so I should feel honored you’re offering me $60
-You will have to drive another fifty miles back, empty handed, wasting money with gas prices being what they are and all.
-You insist I won’t sell it to you at that price because I’m white and you're Mexican
-I’m choosing to sell it to the other buyer who is in my apartment right now looking at it simply because she is my same race and the fact she’s hot and has a great rack.
The reasons I’m choosing to sell it to the other buyer are the following:
-She agreed upon the $150.
-She has a vehicle there and help to load it.
-She is offering me $150 in cash right then compared to your $60.
-She did not try to play me as a fool.
-She did not accuse me of being racist.
-She has a great rack.
Nothing personal. It’s called business. I’m sorry for laughing at you, but it was incredibly absurd.
I don’t care if you waste your own time, just don’t waste mine along with it.
Anyone else have stories of Craigslist stupidity?
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