My snowblower took a giant shit last winter. I’d rather not spend $900 on something I really will only use a few times a year (not at all if we’re lucky. I HATE fucking winter! :mad: ) So I started looking through the classifieds of the newspaper for a decent used one.
What a cluster fuck.
Folks, when you place an ad, please ** TELL YOUR FUCKING FAMILY YOU DID SO!** Out of 11 calls I made 7 of them went something like this:
PK: Hi, I’m calling about the snowblower that was advertised in the paper.
SELLERS FAMILY MEMBER: Duh, you must have the wrong number, we ain’t got no snowblower for sale.
PK: Is this 555-5555?
SFM: Yeah, but we aren’t selling anything here, that’s for sure.
PK: Well, there is an ad in the Daily Bumble-Fuck newspaper for one, and it has this telephone number.
SFM: Hang on…[screams at the top of their lungs] DAD!!! ARE WE SELLING A SNOWBLOWER??
Then dad (or husband) comes to the phone and gives info about said snowblower.
That’s one of the better calls. At least the guy selling it was there and I was able to talk to them. Sometimes the guy who placed the ad wasn’t there, and the wife/kid actually hung up on me saying I had the wrong number, or thought it was a prank call. I shit you not! 7 out of 11 calls went like this!
What the fuck?:mad: You go through the trouble of placing an ad, then you don’t tell anyone in the house you did so? I’m King of the castle here at Beitz Stately Manor, but I do tell my family what the hell I’m up to, especially if it involves strangers calling the house!!
Worst of all, I haven’t found a snowblower yet that I like or hasn’t been sold already. Which means I may face more calls like this! :mad: