My Craigslist addiction knows no bounds, y'all
Yes, I know that Craigslist has been a thing since the inception of the internet. I just never had a hook that pulled me in. If I ever had need of Craigslist, I'd always go through my middle man - my husband. He sold our Civic Hybrid on there. And he bought our truck on there. Oh, and he found a rental space for the new brewery on there. Very arms-length stuff because why on earth would I want someone else's used junk? That was the extent of our Craigslist transaction until the last few weeks when I became obsessed with someone else's used OLD junk. There's totally a difference. (ha!)
In the midst of the Great Buffet Refinishing Job, when I'd take a break from all of the sanding I'd naturally.... browse through Craigslist. You must keep on top of these things, or you might miss out on the Deal of the Century. Every single morning, I check it to see what posted since last night. Because I MUST know. And then I check it every few hours throughout the day. I can't miss knowing! No, I don't need you to give me one of your Xanax pills, I promise.
Things I've learned about Craigslist. 1) Browse regularly. 2) When you see something, you will know cosmically if it is yours. 3) You must act fast. 4) But keep browsing. At least that's my understanding. I haven't actually missed out on something I want by waiting too long to act. But I'm not going to try and find out.
When you decide to pull the trigger, there's a right way and wrong way to contact the seller. The right way is like this: "I want this. I have a truck and I will come get it now. I will bring you cash." If they listed a phone number, text them the same message - that way they also have your cell phone number. It's hereby known as the Craigslist Acquisition Plan. If you waste time asking questions like "do you still have it?" or "what are the dimensions?" you are setting yourself up for disappointment.
So I'm sitting there on my sofa, covered in dust from sanding the buffet, getting everything in my house dirty, browsing through Craigslist. Because I have my priorities. The longer I sit, the bolder I get. Austin, check. San Antonio, check. Waco, check. Hmmmm. How far am I willing to travel for this addiction? Let's look at Dallas too! That's still in Texas, right? And I run across this:
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that is located in Dallas. North Dallas, to be exact But how cool is that! It's like a daybed, but it's narrower. It also actually folds out into almost a full size bed! Genius!
But it's in Dallas. So I screen shot it, leave a tab up, and think about it. This is my Craigslist Method of testing the cosmic connection. I know it's hard to believe, but it really does quell the madness. So, I'm thinking. There are many complications to this purchase. A) It's in Dallas. B) That's a 3.5 hr trip. C) The husband has taken the truck to the airport and left on a multi-multi-day business trip. D) It won't fit in my car (will it?). E) Dallas is far. Hmmmm. Must ponder this for a while.
A day or two passes. In the meantime, I have extensively researched antique iron fold-out daybeds. Here's what I found. *link* and *link* and another *link* Way cool! These things were made to put in the hallway for servants. Ok, maybe not so cool if you think too hard about it - but that's a pretty intricate piece of engineering to be so old. Why do I need this? And what am I going to do with it? Where will it live? After our latest run-in with The Underwriter, I am trying to get at my motivation for everything. These are Important Questions.
After talking it over with my Self for a few days, I decided it must be MINE. Not sure why, but we had a cosmic connection. It doesn't matter what my motivation is. I have reasons. I have plans. I don't have to justify it. I'll figure it out later. So I contact the seller to execute my Craigslist Accusation Plan. It had a few alterations, due to my lack of truck, but I quickly learned that the thing comes apart. Cue Hallelujah chorus! I'M GOING TO PUT IT IN MY CAR! No need for measurements - the universe has spoken! It comes apart! I'll be right there!
How far a drive is Dallas, you ask? Well it's about 3.5 hours. Not just that, it's a 3.5 hour drive ON IH-35. The whole way. IH-35 is evil, y'all. I have never driven on a single mile of that interstate that didn't make me loathe it. But since the oldest child is in school in the DFW area, I quickly convinced Self that it was worthwhile to go visit my offspring. And feed my Craigslist addiction. AND GET THAT DAYBED. And maybe meet the bid-ness end of an axe murderer's axe.
On a Friday I texted and made arrangements with the seller. On Saturday:
No axes made an appearance.
In the midst of the Great Buffet Refinishing Job, when I'd take a break from all of the sanding I'd naturally.... browse through Craigslist. You must keep on top of these things, or you might miss out on the Deal of the Century. Every single morning, I check it to see what posted since last night. Because I MUST know. And then I check it every few hours throughout the day. I can't miss knowing! No, I don't need you to give me one of your Xanax pills, I promise.
Things I've learned about Craigslist. 1) Browse regularly. 2) When you see something, you will know cosmically if it is yours. 3) You must act fast. 4) But keep browsing. At least that's my understanding. I haven't actually missed out on something I want by waiting too long to act. But I'm not going to try and find out.
When you decide to pull the trigger, there's a right way and wrong way to contact the seller. The right way is like this: "I want this. I have a truck and I will come get it now. I will bring you cash." If they listed a phone number, text them the same message - that way they also have your cell phone number. It's hereby known as the Craigslist Acquisition Plan. If you waste time asking questions like "do you still have it?" or "what are the dimensions?" you are setting yourself up for disappointment.
So I'm sitting there on my sofa, covered in dust from sanding the buffet, getting everything in my house dirty, browsing through Craigslist. Because I have my priorities. The longer I sit, the bolder I get. Austin, check. San Antonio, check. Waco, check. Hmmmm. How far am I willing to travel for this addiction? Let's look at Dallas too! That's still in Texas, right? And I run across this:
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that is located in Dallas. North Dallas, to be exact But how cool is that! It's like a daybed, but it's narrower. It also actually folds out into almost a full size bed! Genius!
But it's in Dallas. So I screen shot it, leave a tab up, and think about it. This is my Craigslist Method of testing the cosmic connection. I know it's hard to believe, but it really does quell the madness. So, I'm thinking. There are many complications to this purchase. A) It's in Dallas. B) That's a 3.5 hr trip. C) The husband has taken the truck to the airport and left on a multi-multi-day business trip. D) It won't fit in my car (will it?). E) Dallas is far. Hmmmm. Must ponder this for a while.
A day or two passes. In the meantime, I have extensively researched antique iron fold-out daybeds. Here's what I found. *link* and *link* and another *link* Way cool! These things were made to put in the hallway for servants. Ok, maybe not so cool if you think too hard about it - but that's a pretty intricate piece of engineering to be so old. Why do I need this? And what am I going to do with it? Where will it live? After our latest run-in with The Underwriter, I am trying to get at my motivation for everything. These are Important Questions.
After talking it over with my Self for a few days, I decided it must be MINE. Not sure why, but we had a cosmic connection. It doesn't matter what my motivation is. I have reasons. I have plans. I don't have to justify it. I'll figure it out later. So I contact the seller to execute my Craigslist Accusation Plan. It had a few alterations, due to my lack of truck, but I quickly learned that the thing comes apart. Cue Hallelujah chorus! I'M GOING TO PUT IT IN MY CAR! No need for measurements - the universe has spoken! It comes apart! I'll be right there!
How far a drive is Dallas, you ask? Well it's about 3.5 hours. Not just that, it's a 3.5 hour drive ON IH-35. The whole way. IH-35 is evil, y'all. I have never driven on a single mile of that interstate that didn't make me loathe it. But since the oldest child is in school in the DFW area, I quickly convinced Self that it was worthwhile to go visit my offspring. And feed my Craigslist addiction. AND GET THAT DAYBED. And maybe meet the bid-ness end of an axe murderer's axe.
On a Friday I texted and made arrangements with the seller. On Saturday:
No axes made an appearance.
Dying. I am dying. Can't wait to sleep on it...in a hall somewhere?
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