“It has a 265 HP engine to outrun the cops.” Ha ha! Are these cops on bicycles?
Ha! Thanks.
Hmmm. RealDoll?
So giving out your phone number to the entire Internet is perfectly okay?
If you think that’s bad, wait until you hear about the White Pages.
It’s called gmail. It’s free and you never have to look at it again. Viola.
People *still *have land lines?
What’s a land line?
Hello:
I am interested in your item. I have a cheque that has been pre-approved by my bank in the sum of $9,850. I will send you the cheque for your item, send me back the difference. For your inconvenience, you may keep $200 more than your asking price. Thank you and please send the money soon. God love you.
I agree. What’s wrong with those jerks who call to ask obvious questions and then don’t care about the answers.
I listed a free twin bed and box springs. They call and ask if the box springs is also twin size. Duh. And then I ask what size they wanted. Oh yes, I want twin size. Okay, when do you want to come pick it up. Do you deliver? No, see it’s free. You want delivery, call Sears.
This is a good source of fun if you are bored and have nothing better to do. I once tried to sell an upright piano on CL. It was less than 5 years old and in perfect condition so I was asking about 80% of the original cost.
Of course I got the form letter robo-response asking if the item was still available and offering some ridiculously small amount of money (a few hundred I think) plus an extra $50 to cover shipping charges
After I stopped laughing, I replied back to ask if the person knew what a piano was, and that shipping costs would be a little higher than $50. Response: ok how much will it cost to ship to the UK? Apparently the person still hasn’t grasped that he is asking for a piano to be shipped overseas.
I poked around online for a bit and came up with a ballpark number for shipping such a large, heavy, delicate item overseas (thousands of dollars). I replied with the new total cost. Response: OK (of course). I sent another note telling him that I would have to hire somebody to come by to pad and crate the piano, costing another few hundred.
By the time I was done, the guy could probably buy two brand new pianos locally for the amount of money he claimed to want to give me for my used one.
One of these days I’m going to go the extra step and actually get the guy to send me the fake money order. I’ll reply a week or so later telling him that my bank won’t honor it, and can he please send some fake cashier’s checks instead?
Yeah, that’s why I have one of those newfangled unlisted numbers.
Umm… They have no life?
I have no phone. I am just going to fucking kill myself. I have had enough.
Without a classification appropriate to Crackpots Trying to Rip You Off, I had to post my one-time, half-hearted, curse-removal service in the wrong service. I will rethink it in the future. The [del]rubes[/del] honest people who post and search on CL should be my market. I blame my half-etc service and not following up on it, especially since a large part of me is appalled that it’s a scam that might, somehow, make me money.
Ed_Zotti, you and the Dominicans have done me wrong. Or right. Either way, I can sleep better, but without an accumulation of Master Card receipts. Which part of me misses. And for which I blame you.
I’ve sold countless items on Craigslist and my phone number being available has never been a problem. As in ever. No crank calls, no increased telemarketing, nothing. So you confusion is self-generated.
See, your problem is that you are not offering FREE MC HAMMER PANTS with your hellcat from Planet Kickass. Do that and you will only get serious responses.
I’ve never had a problem either, both as a seller and a buyer. Although one time I was inadvertently a dick as a seller. We were still doing home renos, and got so super-busy knocking down walls that I just plain forgot to get back to someone. For a cheap item too. (Sorry dude.)
You son of a bitch.
I think this is it. It’s easy so see an ad, and think " I want that!" and it takes all of a few seconds to send an e-mail, which gives the sender the pleasant feeling to have secured the item. But then he starts to think about the trouble of picking it up, and storing it, and taking care of it, and explaining to his wife that there’s now an X taking up space in the garage… And he becomes tired, and lets the whole thing slide.
It’s called poor impulse control.