The Return of Crazy Bed Lady

Y’all, remember the crazy Craigslist lady who wanted my bed? She was the one that I told you all about in this post? She did the unexpected and, instead of telling me she couldn’t get the bed if I didn’t meet her with it, therefore ending the conversation, she decided to do something much ruder. She told me she was going to see if the furniture fit in her van and get back to me, and even though I asked her if she obtained the amount of money I was asking for the bed and reiterated that I would not take what she was offering, she never answered me. I knew something was up. That was three weeks ago. I heard not a peep from her and felt all the relief that Shaun White felt when the Olympics were over, he went home, and people stopped giving him constant shit.

Then she emailed me again tonight.

Cue the horror movie music now.

She asked me if I still had the bed. I told her I did. I about face palmed a million face palms, because I knew she was going somewhere out of this world stupid with this. After all, wasn’t she supposed to be getting back to me about it fitting in her van? I gave her the benefit of the doubt, thinking maybe things happen and she was really busy these past three weeks and hadn’t had a chance to take measurements until now. I told her I did still have the bed. I knew I shouldn’t have. I totally knew better, you guys, because I could feel it in my butt, which is bigger than my gut and more accurate, that this was going south of the Equator in four seconds flat.

As expected, she emailed me back, but again asked me if I would take way less than what I was asking for the bed. We had been over this. I was done going over this with her. I had told her point blank I would not take that for the bed before, end of discussion. At least it would have been for normal, sane and polite people. We’ve established this woman possesses none of these qualities, so she chose to play the “I don’t remember talking to you before,” card. This was more entertaining than two snails racing each other after accidentally falling into a puddle of Jagermeister, because she had emailed me by replying to a previous email I had sent her.

At this point I was over the entire situation. I had played nice with her through a dozen emails, the run around, and a whole lot of dumb, but as I had always known but hadn’t had proof of until just this second, she knew exactly what she was doing. I politely told her that she had replied to a previous email and knew we had talked, and she also knew that I had clearly told her I would not take the price she was offering for the bed. I was in no hurry to get rid of the bed and would prefer to give it plenty of time to sell in clear weather, when the roads aren’t constantly being shut down because of the snow, at the fair price I was asking. Apparently I’m an awful person for nicely setting her straight after politely tolerating all her bullshit.

Naturally, the way she chose to handle this was by telling me it was my loss for not taking her much lower offer and that I didn’t have to be rude to her about it. Forget that she had been rude to me this entire time by giving me the run around when she had just made it clear to me that she had no intentions of buying the bed unless she could get it for a price that I already told her she could not buy it for. She even went as far as to tell me she was going to borrow money from someone to get the bed. So yes, you guys, I’m totally the rude one here, I admit it.

I figured since she decided I was rude anyway, I was going to actually be rude and tell her off, because one woman can only take so much of someone’s crap, and my limit was met after a month and a dozen or so emails that ended in her telling me off because I wouldn’t let her rip me off. I tactfully used the “iron fisted velvet glove” approach at telling her off, a tactic that has been patented throughout the generations by every good southern woman on God’s green earth. I told her it was not my loss that I refused to be ripped off by her, when she clearly could not afford what I was selling. I explained that I didn’t appreciate her giving me the run around when I had so clearly told her in the second email, a full month back, that I would not take the price she was offering me. I did not appreciate that she continued emailing and giving me the go round round as if she were actually going to purchase the bed at the asking price, with no intentions of buying the bed for any price but the one I told her I would not take. I pointed out how she had given me the run around by asking me if I would meet her with the bed, and also saying she didn’t know if she could fit the bed in her van, after both the measurements and the terms of the sale were stated in the ad, so neither should have been an issue. I ended in telling her that I didn’t appreciate her waiting three weeks to email me again, after leading me to believe she was going to get back to me about if the bed fit in her vehicle or not, only to have her start trying to get the bed for the price I told her I would not take all over again. I was looking for serious buyers only. To be nice, I even thanked her for wasting my time.

Then I turned her into Craigslist for spam and harassment, because Momma don’t play that game. This was directly after I blocked her email. I’ve tried to explain this repeatedly to an ex who wouldn’t step the back off and has deservingly earned himself the nickname Norman Bates. I’ve said it once, a thousand times, and I’ll say it again.

I’m a little like Taylor Swift in the way that I always get the last word.

Blogging While Addicted to the Olympics

I am so addicted to the Olympics right now that it should be illegal. Forcing myself to go to bed while the Olympics are still on is like telling a child they can’t have the lollipop you just handed them, even if I don’t like the event that’s on. I realize there’s something wrong with me, but it’s fine. If this is what lands me in a sanitarium, so be it.

With that being said, there’s an event on that I don’t like, so I’m going to blog until one I do like comes on. I have plenty to blog about. It’s been an interesting month full of an infected tooth that needed pulled, generally being ridiculously tired and weak and putting items on Craigslist. You know that last one is totally where this blog is going.

I’m really poor at hiding my feelings about things or downplaying a situation, so let’s all be honest here. For those of you who have used Craiglist, you know that it’s a cesspool of stupidity. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not everybody. I have met some absolutely wonderful people on Craigslist, who have bought items from me with no issues and have generally been terrific. You have to sort through a lot of stupid to find those people, though.

I’m not talking about the people who email you to set up an appointment and never email you back or just fail to show up. I’m talking about the people who are incapable of reading or are very clearly trying to rip you off by giving you some sob story about their life. Not to be rude, but I don’t care about your life. I am selling absolutely nothing that a person has to have to survive. If I were, I would care about your life and work with you on getting you what you need, because I don’t want anything to happen to anyone, even jerks. But when I’m selling something you simply just want, please don’t try to rip  me off. If you can’t afford the item, then don’t try to buy it.

Case in point, I have a lady that I have dealt with before that fits all the above criteria. Let me set up this situation for you. I have bedroom furniture I am trying to sell. I understand everyone needs furniture, but this is good quality, brand name, all wood, somewhat expensive furniture, and if you are in desperate need of furniture on a small budget, you could certainly get furniture cheaper elsewhere. When I sell the furniture, I’m going to the thrift store for new furniture, because I certainly can’t afford furniture like I currently have and could use the money for better things, like bills. I am aware of the value of my furniture and am selling it slightly under,  as I have no interest in over charging anyone for the furniture, but also don’t want to end up basically giving it away for practically nothing. I think it’s perfectly reasonable for me to want a fair amount for my furniture knowing the value of it.

The furniture is too big for my current bedroom, as it wasn’t bought for this bedroom. The bed and the nightstand don’t fit in my room, so I am selling them separately or with the rest of the set, which includes a vanity, dresser and chest of drawers. Since I am currently using the vanity, dresser and chest of drawers, I will either sell them together or not at all, because I don’t want to end up with mismatched furniture and am really not concerned about selling them. I’m just giving the option to buy them with the bed and nightstand in the event that someone wants the full set. All of this, including my location and the responsibility of the buyer upon purchase, which is that they are responsible for removal of the furniture from the home and hauling, is all in the ad. I have also denoted that I do not have a full picture of the bed, but will around springtime when I get the area where it is stored organized, and that if someone would want to see it, I will pull it out of storage then. Otherwise, I will have full pictures of it up in spring. I’m not in a hurry to sell the furniture, so taking two hours to pull it out of where it is just to take pictures isn’t worth it to me, because it’s currently the only place I have to store it and would have to put it back in there. I understand that may put some people off, and that’s fine. I can wait to sell it until I get it dug out of storage, but I figured while I was putting stuff I do have to sell on Craigslist, I would shove it on there too and see what happened.

I had tried to sell my furniture on Craigslist before, about a year or so ago, but ultimately became busy and took it offline since the furniture is not something I must sale and not a priority, and I didn’t want to bother with setting up appointments and having people coming in and out of the house when I was suddenly incredibly busy. I had one particular lady who was quite a pain in the persqueeter and was a large catalyst for me taking the furniture offline, because she wasn’t listening to anything I was telling her. As soon as I received one particular email about my bed this time around, I immediately recognized her name and email and thought, “oh no.” I was interested to see if she would try to pull the same crap on me that she did before, and she didn’t disappoint and obviously doesn’t realize I’m the same person she’s tried this on before.

The first email I got from her was riddled with bad spelling and no punctuation, so it took me awhile to figure out what she was saying. It really got no better the more emails she sent, but I digress. The first email was a simple enough email, asking me if I still had the bed and requesting more pictures. Remembering her from before, I immediately knew where this was going, especially since, like before, she clearly hadn’t read the ad. She was going to run me in circles and refuse to come out to pick up the bed, but I’m getting ahead of myself. I knew what I had gone through with her before and predicted what she was going to say next, which was to ask me if I had foot board to the bed and how much I was asking. All the information about the bed, including what all comes with it and the dimensions, as well as the price are all listed in the ad. Sure enough, that’s exactly what she asked me. I feel like such a smart ass jerk for referring people back to the ad, but in this case that’s what I did.

If she followed her same pattern, she would next ask me where I was located and if I would take way, way, way less for the bed than what I was asking, because that was all the money she had saved up. I hit the nail on the head with ninja like precision and went on to tell her I would not take that low price for the bed. Next she would tell me that she could try to borrow the money off of someone. She would then tell me a sob story about how she had the rest of the furniture, but not the bed, and how she absolutely had to have the bed, and how I should help her out in getting it. And then she would reveal to me where she was from and ask me to give her general directions from where she lived to my town. Again, I was right, and I simply referred her to Bing Maps to find directions to my location. She only lives about a half an hour from me, and literally straight up the highway, but I thought it ridiculous that she can’t even look up directions for herself. If she was asking me to clarify directions to my house, fine, but she was asking me just to get her to my town. I also told her that, as the ad said, I took credit cards, if that would help her any. I knew she would get back to me and tell me she didn’t have any credit cards and that the rest of the money was an awful lot for her to come up with, but she would let me know. Again, Yahtzee! I refrained from pointing out that if she thought it was an awful lot of money to come up with, she should think of it from my end, because it was an awful lot of money to give her off the price.

I knew that wasn’t the end of her, and that in exactly a week she would email me back telling me she lived over and hour away and asking me to meet her with the bed. She would ask me if the furniture would fit in her vehicle, despite having all the dimensions to it and me not knowing what vehicle she has. She would never tell me if she had all the money together or not. When I told people this, they thought I was just being silly or exaggerating. So far, this woman was sending me almost the exact emails she had the first time to a tee. I was sure at this point that she is and has been running some kind of con on people to get them to give her things cheaper and basically bring it to her, and I was in no mood to put up with her. I was in less of a mood to put up with her when today, exactly a week after the emails started, she emailed telling me she wanted the bed, but she lived well over an hour from me and wanted me to meet her with it. But, oh, would it fit in her vehicle? Because clearly I magically know what vehicle she owns when she doesn’t tell me. I politely wrote her back and pointed out the ad outlines that the buyer is responsible for removing the furniture from the home and that the dimensions of the furniture were in the ad so she could figure out if it fit in her vehicle or not. I refrained from telling her that she already told me where she lives, I know where it is, and I also know she’s a liar and completely full of shit. Last time she wanted me to meet her literally a mile from the town she lives in and told me it was the halfway point between where I live and where she lives, so I know by now that she’s just a lazy liar, and I don’t feel mean saying that.

She hasn’t gotten back to me yet, but I know she will, and when she does she will also give me a sob story about how bad she wants the bed, and if I don’t meet her she won’t be able to have it. I will tell her that’s alright and thank her for her interest, and she won’t take the hint and will continue to bother me about it like this is my problem that she doesn’t want to abide by the terms of the sale that have been in the ad since before she emailed me. This will leave us where we were last time, when I got busy and took the furniture offline. This time I will just ignore her. Maybe she will surprise me and actually want to come get the bed, but when someone is this big of a pain in the ass, do you really want them at your house? Do you trust them to show up or have the money? Because experience with similar people on Craigslist tells me it’s just not going to go down like that.

What really amuses me about this situation is that she actually wants me to put the bed in my car and meet her with it in a parking lot, where she will want to look over on the pavement, which will risk nicking up and beating up otherwise pristine furniture. Who thinks like that? Would you call a furniture store and tell them you’re interested in their furniture and would like them to meet you with it because their store is too far away? You would be laughed at and hung up on. It would be different had she paid for it, but there is no guarantee that she is going to have the money or end up buying the bed after she sees it. It’s also extremely weird to try to inspect furniture in a parking lot. Luckily I didn’t even have to lie to her about why I wouldn’t meet her, because I have a Nissan Versa and couldn’t even begin to fit the bed into my car.

I had another woman email me about my furniture, but I think she got her ads mixed up and emailed me on accident. She was interested in my bed set, but wanted to know what the dresser with the mirror would cost her itself. I have a vanity but no dresser and mirror, which are two completely different things. I emailed her back anyway and assumed that she was referring to the vanity. I repeated what was in the ad, that I wouldn’t sell the vanity separately, but would sell it with the dresser and chest of drawers as a set. She got back to me and let me know she didn’t need the bed and wanted to know what it would cost her to get just the dresser and mirror, despite me telling her the price in the previous email and telling her I had a vanity, but no dresser and mirror. I also told her I would not sell the vanity separately. I emailed her back, and I think she realized she accidentally emailed the wrong person. I hope, at least. If she did have the right person, I have her awards for World’s Worst Reader and World’s Most Confusing Email waiting for her. I even explicitly put in the ad to please not ask about buying the vanity separately because I would not sell it separately. Everyone wants that gosh darn vanity, you guys. And everyone thinks they’re doing me a favor by telling me they’ll give me $100 for it to entice me to sell it to them separately from the set, when the piece was appraised at $350. No joke.

Instead of getting annoyed with people on Craigslist this time around, I decided to be amused. I am amused enough for a whole city worth of people. People are funny. For those of you who have used Craigslist, I’m sure you have similar stories to mine. Feel free to share them in the comments so we can laugh (or cry, or rage) with you.

The Idiot Magnet

Bad news, Gals. (If there’s any guys reading this, I’m sorry. You have to be a gal for your duration of reading this.) I did not move over the weekend as planned. It’s a very long story, but the long short of it is this. In previous posts, you’ve all been introduced to Greta Hayley. If not, you’re about to be introduced to her again.

This is Greta Hayley. Although a lot of you have heard me talk about her, what a lot of people don’t know is that she’s a medical companion dog, meaning she’s medically necessary for me to have. I don’t have to take her into stores or anything, but if I’m home by myself, I need her to be here with me. She knows how to wake me up when I pass out and get me help. She can also sense when something is going to happen to me and alert me ahead of time so I can get the proper help or at least sit down. On several occasions, had it not been for her, who knows what would have happened to me while I was alone for several hours on end in the house. When I had my mini stroke she kept me awake and helped me get help. I’m fully aware that had I fallen asleep, I probably wouldn’t have been here today since my mom had her phone off and wasn’t aware of the situation until five hours after the fact.

So imagine my surprise when the apartment complex told me at the last minute that they wouldn’t allow me to have a medically necessary dog in the apartment. The last thing we thought was going to be an issue was having a medical companion dog, especially with a doctor and a vet to back that she is one. Everyone agrees that these people are huge assholes. I was told by two different people, a vet and a person whose husband rents out apartments, that I have a strong lawsuit here. I could sue them, and I’d win, but who wants to live in an apartment complex run by such insensitive asshats? I sure don’t. There’s clearly something wrong with the people running the complex, and the way the situation was handled was beyond ridiculous. If I get into the whole story, I’d be talking slander for the next week, so I’m just going to leave it at that. I guess I have to find a new place (and roommate) where my medically necessary dog is accepted.

In other news, the stupidest people on Craigslist find me. If you’re ever looking for someone really, really unbelievably stupid, just come ask me. I’ll post something on Craigslist and have all the stupid you want in an hour or less. In today’s Craigslisting adventure, I have a lady who emailed me about a pro-grade pair of horse clippers. Please keep in mind that horses have incredibly thick skin and hair, much thicker than dogs, yet it is still possible to nick your horse with these clippers. So imagine my surprise when this lady wanted to use pro-grade horse clippers on her dog, and a little Maltese, at that. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out this isn’t going to work, as I’m pretty sure anyone can figure out that pro-grade horse clippers are meant for horses. Yes, sometimes you can get the cheap horse clippers and use them on dogs, but we’re taking expensive, pro-grade horse clippers that could eff your dog up. Also, if you need pro-grade horse clippers on your dog, you haven’t been taking care of your dog. Pro-grade dog clippers, which are much cheaper to buy new than horse clippers, will take great care of your dog, unless it’s seriously matted, and if it’s that matted, you need a groomer.

I emailed this lady back and nicely told her that I used to be a vet tech, and I had to advise her that using pro-grade horse clippers on her dog, especially a little Maltese, could be very dangerous for her dog. I would prefer not to sell her the clippers, but I would if she would have to sign a paper saying that I am not liable for her dog being harmed by the clippers if that happened and she understands the risks. I honestly didn’t think that was too much to ask, though I really didn’t want to sell her the clippers and figured this would fend her off. I have no idea how tangled a Maltese needs to be to warrant using pro-grade horse clippers on it, but there was no way the dog wasn’t going to get hurt. I thought having her sign a paper was a fair compromise.

She emailed me back and told me, what a coincidence, because she was also a vet tech. (When people get this passive aggressive about stuff, it’s a good sign they’re lying.) She alerted me she would not be signing anything and that was too much to ask. She just wanted the clippers. This raises all kinds of red flags for anyone with half a brain. If she didn’t think she was going to hurt the dog with those horse clippers, she would have signed the paper. After all, if you’re not planning on coming back on me for anything, why wouldn’t you? Obviously, she knew there was a danger of it happening and was planning on coming back on me. Also, and I can’t stress this enough, if she really was a vet tech, she would have known better, but I adore how she tried to intimidate me. Please, lady, get a life. Instead of searching for a pair of used horse clippers that you can get on the cheap, try spending the money buying a pair that are actually for dogs. If you don’t want to spend the money on new ones, buy used ones. They’d still be cheaper than used horse clippers. Sheesh.

On a totally unrelated topic, has anyone ever tried eHarmony? I think it’s about time that I find myself a nice guy and try to move forward with my life. I’m ready for that, and to see where things could go. I apparently can’t find guys on my own and in the real world that want to date me or ask me out (I haven’t had any offers in years.), and although I’m typically against online dating, I think I’m out of choices. Thoughts?



Oh, guys. Craigslist is never a good idea. One thing I can’t do is stupid, because you can’t fix stupid. On the other hand, I have a new name for Craigslist. Stupidlist.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned in life it’s that I’m not fond of horse people. I was one, and no, I couldn’t stand myself. It’s not all horse people – there are some amazing horse people out there – but Craiglist seems to live up to that stereotype.

I have a pair of horse clippers on Craigslist. Today I got an email that said “Interested.” That’s it. That’s all it said. Maybe I’m jumping the gun when I assume that anyone that emails me is interested. Maybe people sit there and send you emails just to say, “Hey, this item is not something I’m interested in. Good luck selling it.” I’ve been wrong before. The issue is, how do you respond to that? I’d like to not respond and assume the person is a troll, but by the time I do that, they’ll end up not being a troll, just stupid. So I asked them if they had any questions about said clippers or if they wanted to arrange a day to meet. But I swear, if the next email says, “Still interested,” we’re going to have a problem.

Why is it so hard for people to communicate?

Who is Craig and where can I find him to slap him?

Craigslist, Man – Part 2

Oh, you guys. I have an update from the earlier Craigslist debacle.

The same person who wants my vanity, has offered me well under market value and wanted me to call them after I said I could not just sell that piece separately, will not let it go. He continues to email me regarding the piece. Now he’s willing to give me $300, which is what I’d ask for it separately, but I have still explained to him more than once that I have to sell one other piece of furniture with that piece, because if I don’t I won’t have room for the piece of furniture I want, and that will leave me with nowhere to put what was inside of the piece he wants. Now he’s emailing me asking me to pass his information on to whomever buys my set. I just don’t know what planet people come from. If someone buys the entire set, they’re going to want that piece. I’m not going to rape them with this guy’s information. As I told him, if someone buys the furniture and doesn’t want that piece I will let him know first. If he doesn’t let this go, I’m going to have to fall in love with the block button all over again.

Craigslist, Man.

Craigslist selling is hard. Mostly because people are crazy. I’m not saying I’m not a little crazy, too, but I will certainly be crazier when this is said and done.

I figured selling my furniture would be a chore. I thought certain people might want certain pieces of furniture. I decided if it took selling the pieces separately to sell the set, I would. The problem is, everyone wants the exact same piece. No one wants any of the other pieces. The other problem is, if I just sell that piece, I still can’t get a new piece of furniture because I’d have to sell another piece to fit the furniture I want in my room. No one wants to take the other piece too. I’d also have to find out what to do with the stuff in that one piece until someone does come along and buy the other piece, and even then there’s no guarantee. So essentially I might be better to keep the set than sell that piece.

If it helps, I even have one person arguing with me over that piece. I don’t think they understand I do not have to sell it to them, especially when the ad states I would prefer to sell as a set, and selling pieces separately would have to be a choice I’d have to make depending on the piece. They’re also offering me $250 without seeing it. The piece is worth $500 new and was appraised for $400 used. How nice of them. They’re trying to bully me by saying they’ll buy it in a store if I don’t sell it to them immediately. The furniture went out of production in early 2010. I do my homework. Now he wants me to call him. I’m not going to call and be bullied on the phone. Not cool, people.

As for the clipper lady, she didn’t get back to me. Oh well, you win some, you lose some.

Any thoughts or suggestions on how to better sell items on Craigslist or any other site?

A Guilty Half a Fruit Loop

Oh, y’all. *Shakes head*

I promised myself a long time ago that I would never, ever again post anything on Craigslist unless I was ready to commit suicide for being so stupid that I couldn’t live with myself anymore, or become the kind of person that finds people and slaps them with sticks shaped like baseball bats but doesn’t seriously maim them. I’m more of the get-the-point-across without serious injuries kind of girl. Since I’m not ready to die and I really don’t wish to hurt anyone, then the only conclusion I can come to for my actions is that I’ve just gotten dumb all on my own.

In my very (minimal) defense, there’s a few things I need to sell. My bedroom furniture is one, a pair of mint condition show chaps is another, and a set of horse clippers that were barely ever used is the third. Not wanting to pay to put an ad in the paper and having zero luck on other sites before, I went back to Craigslist. I hate myself for it already.

Look, I’m not saying everyone on Craigslist has a half of a brain cell or a temper. I have legitimately met some very wonderful people on there who have bought stuff off of me after reading the ad correctly and showing up when they said they would. That’s normally not the case, though. I think you have to be half a Fruit Loop to even post on there sometimes, so I guess we all know what I am. Guilty. A guilty half a Fruit Loop, to be exact.

I have had the horse clippers online for less than thirty-six hours, and I’m already considering sending myself to the mental institution just for posting them. There’s got to be something wrong with me for doing this, right? These emails aren’t as bad as they could be, I realize, but since they’ve only been up for not even thirty-six hours, it’s only bound to get worse. And, I don’t know about you, but I can usually tell by the e-mail exactly how the exchange is going to go down in full, though sometimes I’m surprised, so I write back anyway. I don’t know if it’s because I’m psychic, or if that’s normal for having dealt on Craigslist before, but “ay, caramba!,” says the whitest girl in America.

My ads are typically quite descriptive. I try to cover every single stupid question I think that I could possibly get, because on Craigslist, there’s a lot of stupid questions. Sometimes I do it to the point that my ad almost border lines insulting. But yet, I still get asked a stupid question. For instance, one time we had someone come out to look at something. Though both the ad and my emails to them stated that they had to pay in cash, they tried to hand me a check. They didn’t get the item. If you can’t even read an ad or an email, I don’t trust your check to not bounce, especially if you knew the price and told me you understood and would bring cash, but then don’t.

In my ad for the clippers, I stated that they had only been used a few times. The very first email I got was from a guy asking me if they had only been used a few times. Sir, this is generally a stupid question to ask. I wouldn’t have put it if it wasn’t the truth, which I realize isn’t always the case. Some people lie. But if those people are going to lie in their ad to get something to sell, they’re not going to suddenly change their mind and tell you the truth in an email. And, for the record, I did not lie. I suddenly got ill and was unable to ride my horses any longer, so the new pair of clippers had only gotten used a handful of times prior to that happening, and I haven’t been able to ride since. I never heard from this fine gentleman again.

In my ad, I also posted pictures of everything included with the clippers, as well as stated what all came with the clippers AND said that ONLY what is in the picture and what I put in the ad came with the clippers. Nothing else. I thought I was pretty clear, but evidently not. I received an email from a lady asking me if a bottle of lubricant and extra attachments came with the clippers. My initial thought is to face palm, but usually I just end up getting angry at stupid, because you can’t fix stupid, and then face palm. I tried to give her the benefit of the doubt on this question, but I just couldn’t.

I answered her back and told her that the clippers had been used, therefore, I had used some of the lubricant. I still might have some left, but I wasn’t sure that even if I did if it was still any good, but if I did and it was, then she was welcome to it. I then told her that I had not bought the set with all the extras. But from her email, I can already see this going wrong.

She had asked me if the set comes with lubricant and all the extra attachments that come in the box. They’re only in the box if you buy the sets with all the extras. Not all of the sets come with them, and even though I told her that mine did not, I have a feeling by the wording in her email that she’s going to argue with me on it, or argue and then try to take the price down to basically nothing because she knows not all sets do and is hoping that I don’t and genuinely think I lost the extras. The bottom line is, I am selling a $120 set of clippers, along with a $20 extra set of blades for $60. For that price, she could spend the $15 on the set of extras they sell separately and still be far below retail price.

I’ll keep you posted on how this goes, as well as how selling the other two things turns out. Just consider this blog a place for Craigslist stories for awhile, because I’m going to have them, especially with the furniture. I tried to sell the furniture once before, and out of over fifty interested, legitimate emails, no one ever actually showed up to see the furniture. Now I’m at the point where I need to get rid of it, so we’ll see how this goes.

If you never hear from me again, I changed my mind on that suicide.