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GOD FUCK CRAIGSLIST AND EVERYONE WHO LIVES IN THE SPRINGS. Cheap fucking annoying prissy douchenozzles!
I'm redecorating, right? So I'm trying to sell my furniture on Craigslist and it's making me WANT TO KILL MYSELF IF YOU HADN'T NOTICED. I want to strangle each of the perfectly coiffed bitches who drive into my questionable neighborhood in their Merceedes minivans and chew on their 50 dollar manicures while they try to haggle me down on the already upsettingly low prices I'm trying to move this shit for.
Take the following. This asshat emails me after I've lowered the price on my couch from $80 to $40. FORTY dollars for a pretty awesome sleeper couch.
Him:
Hello,
I'm interested. Do you have any pets?
Thank you,
David
Me:
Yes, and they've been allowed on it, but it's in REALLY good condition, esp. for the price.
Him:
Hi,
In that case, would you be willing to lower it to 25, and I'll use the difference to rent one of those cleaning machines, because I'm allergic. Does that work for you? If so, I can pick up tomorrow. Where do you live? Oh, and do you have cats or dogs?
Thank you,
David
(WHAT. Okay, at this point I'm annoyed, but.. fine. If I just say no thanks, he'll either accept that it's $40 or nothing, or go away.)
Me:
Sorry, but that's no bueno for me. $40 is as low as I'm willing to go.
Him:
I see. What type of pets do you have?
David
Me:
Opp, sorry. I have a couple of dogs. None of them shed, however.
Him:
Oh, ok. That is better than cats. What type of dogs?
What part of town are you in? I could borrow a friend's truck tomorrow
Me:
A spaniel, a lhasa apso and a shih tuz. I'm located on the south end of town-- Chelton and Academy-ish. I have to run into work in the afternoon, so the earlier you can come, the better; hopefully that's not a terrible inconvenience.
(Annnnd of course, no fucking answer, even tho I sent my message back like, two seconds after his. Cut to next day, ONE in the afternoon, and I've basically written him off.)
Him:
Sorry, I just got this. Was busy this morning. Are you willing to go any lower on the price at all? If so, I can pick up immediately.
(I'm having a bad morning. I pretty much lost it.)
Me:
No, I'm DEFINITELY not willing to go ANY LOWER on the already INSANELY low price for which I'm offering this couch. AND I'm already at work, being as it's almost one pm.
ANYWAY. All of that is moot because at this point I'd rather set fire to it in my front yard, than deal with you any more. Your allergies are not my problem.
Have fun finding a better couch for $40 bucks. You fail.
kjkjgkjgfkjgfkjgfkjgfkjgfkjgfkjgfkjgfkj. FUCK THIS SHIT. You wouldn't go to Target and haggle their fucking multimillion dollar corporate asses, would you? Why the fuck are you fucking with real people with bills to pay? Do you think I REALLY want to spend two days negotiating with you over $40?
FUCK NO. DIE IN A FIRE.
I'm redecorating, right? So I'm trying to sell my furniture on Craigslist and it's making me WANT TO KILL MYSELF IF YOU HADN'T NOTICED. I want to strangle each of the perfectly coiffed bitches who drive into my questionable neighborhood in their Merceedes minivans and chew on their 50 dollar manicures while they try to haggle me down on the already upsettingly low prices I'm trying to move this shit for.
Take the following. This asshat emails me after I've lowered the price on my couch from $80 to $40. FORTY dollars for a pretty awesome sleeper couch.
Him:
Hello,
I'm interested. Do you have any pets?
Thank you,
David
Me:
Yes, and they've been allowed on it, but it's in REALLY good condition, esp. for the price.
Him:
Hi,
In that case, would you be willing to lower it to 25, and I'll use the difference to rent one of those cleaning machines, because I'm allergic. Does that work for you? If so, I can pick up tomorrow. Where do you live? Oh, and do you have cats or dogs?
Thank you,
David
(WHAT. Okay, at this point I'm annoyed, but.. fine. If I just say no thanks, he'll either accept that it's $40 or nothing, or go away.)
Me:
Sorry, but that's no bueno for me. $40 is as low as I'm willing to go.
Him:
I see. What type of pets do you have?
David
Me:
Opp, sorry. I have a couple of dogs. None of them shed, however.
Him:
Oh, ok. That is better than cats. What type of dogs?
What part of town are you in? I could borrow a friend's truck tomorrow
Me:
A spaniel, a lhasa apso and a shih tuz. I'm located on the south end of town-- Chelton and Academy-ish. I have to run into work in the afternoon, so the earlier you can come, the better; hopefully that's not a terrible inconvenience.
(Annnnd of course, no fucking answer, even tho I sent my message back like, two seconds after his. Cut to next day, ONE in the afternoon, and I've basically written him off.)
Him:
Sorry, I just got this. Was busy this morning. Are you willing to go any lower on the price at all? If so, I can pick up immediately.
(I'm having a bad morning. I pretty much lost it.)
Me:
No, I'm DEFINITELY not willing to go ANY LOWER on the already INSANELY low price for which I'm offering this couch. AND I'm already at work, being as it's almost one pm.
ANYWAY. All of that is moot because at this point I'd rather set fire to it in my front yard, than deal with you any more. Your allergies are not my problem.
Have fun finding a better couch for $40 bucks. You fail.
kjkjgkjgfkjgfkjgfkjgfkjgfkjgfkjgfkjgfkj. FUCK THIS SHIT. You wouldn't go to Target and haggle their fucking multimillion dollar corporate asses, would you? Why the fuck are you fucking with real people with bills to pay? Do you think I REALLY want to spend two days negotiating with you over $40?
FUCK NO. DIE IN A FIRE.