I hate moving. I hate everything to do with moving. AND I hate dealing with the general public. Sometimes I fear that if I could arrange it I would never leave my apartment.
Case in point:
Because my new bedroom is a different configuration I have decided to sell my antique dresser I have had for over 10 years. I don’t think it will fit well. It is a beautiful oak item but it really no longer reflects my taste in décor anymore so off it goes.
So I listed it on Craigslist at a very reasonable price and immediately got lots of interest. First day I got about 8 emails demanding my address immediately as they HAD to have this dresser. What I did was arrange a viewing hour with the first person to put the cold hard cash in my hand taking it. I gave everybody my address and sat back expecting a bidding war resulting in an IKEA Orgy for me at a later date.
One person showed up.
They were not sure about the colour and said they would call me and let me know either way. No call yesterday but at least they emailed me the day after.
Today I woke up to about 16 emails with everybody clamoring again that they HAD to have this dresser. The Holy Grail of bedroom furniture for some. I made arrangements with about a dozen of them and set up another viewing tonight on a first come first served basis.
NOT A SINGLE PERSON SHOWED UP!!!!
If I didn’t need the money for a new dresser I would haul that fucker onto the front lawn, attack it with an ax, douse it with lighter fluid and spark it up while dancing around it naked like a fricking PIXIE.