Ghost Bench
Aug. 7th, 2020 06:31 pmMy lamentable quarantine hobby, as we have established, has been socially distanced Craigslist sharking (in addition to the miscellaneous household optimization ideas).
Yesterday the email I had sent a few days ago to a guy offering some ice packs finally went through, approximately simultaneous with me seeing a lovely outdoor bench with storage and finally getting my phone functional and getting the computer to cough up the phone number.
Unfortunately, someone else had already claimed the bench, texted back that person, but she was scheduled to come pick it up at 6, would I like to be informed if she fell through.
Sure! Gladly!
So I swanned off to pick up the ice packs, and upon parking, saw the text about the other person falling through. I texted back.
The ice pack person arrived, we did the handoff, and I waited a little while to see if there would be a response.
The response came an hour and a half later, after I'd got back home. I wasn't really expecting them to be hovering over the phone, and after all it was the time one would expect dinner and family time.
We negotiated a pickup time of 2pm the following day (today). I was interested in the bench, the bbq, and "whatever else would fit". I specified that I would need the address by 1pm in order to get there on time for the 2pm pickup.
At 10 to 1, I texted asking for the address.
At 1:20, I said that I'd hit the road, couldn't answer texts while driving, but would stop for gas and check then, which would be about 2pm.
At a little after 2, I texted requesting either the address or an acknowledgment that someone else had claimed it sooner.
I waited for a little while there, reading. Nada.
Fortunately, there was a Costco, with some novel items, so my journey was not entirely wasted.
I checked my phone after I got out of Costco. Nothin'.
Upon getting home, I looked at the ad.
Must take it all. That was new.
So yeah, I got ghosted, and I'm a little salty. I feel petty satisfaction, though, because the takers for 2 large tables, a bench, a charcoal bbq, a side table, and a chair all together? Hahaha you're not going to get rid of it for a month, jerk.
Yesterday the email I had sent a few days ago to a guy offering some ice packs finally went through, approximately simultaneous with me seeing a lovely outdoor bench with storage and finally getting my phone functional and getting the computer to cough up the phone number.
Unfortunately, someone else had already claimed the bench, texted back that person, but she was scheduled to come pick it up at 6, would I like to be informed if she fell through.
Sure! Gladly!
So I swanned off to pick up the ice packs, and upon parking, saw the text about the other person falling through. I texted back.
The ice pack person arrived, we did the handoff, and I waited a little while to see if there would be a response.
The response came an hour and a half later, after I'd got back home. I wasn't really expecting them to be hovering over the phone, and after all it was the time one would expect dinner and family time.
We negotiated a pickup time of 2pm the following day (today). I was interested in the bench, the bbq, and "whatever else would fit". I specified that I would need the address by 1pm in order to get there on time for the 2pm pickup.
At 10 to 1, I texted asking for the address.
At 1:20, I said that I'd hit the road, couldn't answer texts while driving, but would stop for gas and check then, which would be about 2pm.
At a little after 2, I texted requesting either the address or an acknowledgment that someone else had claimed it sooner.
I waited for a little while there, reading. Nada.
Fortunately, there was a Costco, with some novel items, so my journey was not entirely wasted.
I checked my phone after I got out of Costco. Nothin'.
Upon getting home, I looked at the ad.
Must take it all. That was new.
So yeah, I got ghosted, and I'm a little salty. I feel petty satisfaction, though, because the takers for 2 large tables, a bench, a charcoal bbq, a side table, and a chair all together? Hahaha you're not going to get rid of it for a month, jerk.