Holy frijoles!
After posting those two items for sale last night, I received a phone call at approximately 9.50 pm. In my opinion, this is very late for phone calls, and it was an unknown number, so I was reluctant to answer it. I did, however, thinking it could be the bf calling from a family member's phone (maybe he ran out of battery or something).
Holy ick. The man calling introduced himself as "Thomas" and asked me about the shoes I'm selling. For a second, I thought he wanted to buy them for, say, his girlfriend (because the ad clearly states they are girl sized), but it didn't take long for the truth to dawn upon me. He asked me if the shoes had been worn a lot and if they had any foot odour in them ("tåfis"!)... I said no, wondering if he had somehow missed the headline of the ad where I state that the shoes have only been worn once. Then he asked if I had any other shoes "that had been worn a lot and smelled of feet"! It was quite clear at this point that I was dealing with a foot/shoe fetishist, not that there's anything wrong with being one, but I don't need him breathing down my phone, asking me about foot odour at 10 o'clock at night. So I quite quickly got off the phone. I was kind of freaked out afterwards, although he did sound quite harmless. But still: omg!
I bet he'd like this icon.
Holy ick. The man calling introduced himself as "Thomas" and asked me about the shoes I'm selling. For a second, I thought he wanted to buy them for, say, his girlfriend (because the ad clearly states they are girl sized), but it didn't take long for the truth to dawn upon me. He asked me if the shoes had been worn a lot and if they had any foot odour in them ("tåfis"!)... I said no, wondering if he had somehow missed the headline of the ad where I state that the shoes have only been worn once. Then he asked if I had any other shoes "that had been worn a lot and smelled of feet"! It was quite clear at this point that I was dealing with a foot/shoe fetishist, not that there's anything wrong with being one, but I don't need him breathing down my phone, asking me about foot odour at 10 o'clock at night. So I quite quickly got off the phone. I was kind of freaked out afterwards, although he did sound quite harmless. But still: omg!
I bet he'd like this icon.