Sunday, July 9

Best-Of's

So here's my favorite "Best of Craig's List" in a long, long time:

Dear Crazy-As-Bat-Shit-Lady: I am honored that you chose my ad for a mini fridge out of all the ads you could have chosen. It makes me feel good that my mini fridge will be supplying you with the ice-cold beverages you've obviously become accustomed to. Next time you answer one of my ads, please note the following:
  1. I am not Home Depot. If you travel thirty minutes to pick up a bulky 40-pound object, please come prepared with the necessary items you'll need to secure it to your vehicle. Yes, I have rope. I have a lot of rope. I have many different colors and sizes of rope. No, you can not have my rope. The ad said I was selling a fridge, not a fridge with rope. Nor was I selling a fridge with padding so that the pleather seats on your piece of crap car don't get marked up.
  2. What part of 'buyer must pick up' in the ad was confusing to you? Yes, I have a vehicle. No, I don't want to haul your fridge all the way to East BumbleFuck on the hottest day of the year. No, I'm really really sure I don't want to do that. No, really. I'm sure.
  3. Please call me only once with ALL your questions. I left for the day, and had 5 messages on my answering machine, the last one was at 10:30 pm. Frankly lady, you were sounding a bit too crazy by the end of the day. It's a fridge. A small metal box that keeps shit cold. I don't have the fridge's family tree. For all I know the fridge's was conceived by a slutty young Maytag that graced some hillbilly's side porch. I don't know the exact age of the fridge. I bought it a few months ago, I used it for a couple of days, ok, I lied, I used it a whole week. The fact is, you're not buying a race horse, you're buying a used fridge.
  4. No, I will not knock $10 bucks off the price of the fridge because your anal retentive eyes picked up the ittiest, bittiest hairline scratch from across my driveway. I'm not making judgements on you, but I'm pretty damn sure Donald Trump didn't send you across the country to pick up a used fridge for Trump Towers. Though I'd wager the whole concept of the mini-fridge bar is a familar one to you.
  5. Yes, you can unplug a fridge without any harm to the fridge. Believe me, the fridge is fine. The manufacturers have figured out a way to extend the life of a fridge that has been unplugged. Yes, I'm absolutely sure of that. No, you did not have to leave 2 messages about your concerns with the fridge being unplugged, and frankly it was a little embarrassing having the same conversation with you in my driveway where my neighbors could hear.
  6. No, I don't have the operating instructions. I can write them down for you though: Plug fridge in. Open door. Put crap inside. Take crap out when it's cold. Eat or drink crap.
  7. I am not a fridge pimp. I don't have any more fridges at that price. No, I don't know where you can get another fridge at that price. Yes, I know it's in great condition for the price, and I'm sure you'd like your other crazy-as-bat-shit-mini-fridge-buying-friends to have one just like it, but this is all I have. Here's a thought, there's this online classified ads website. Yeah, you may have heard of it, it's called CRAIGSLIST. I dunno, maybe, just maybe, in this great land of ours, there's another mini-fridge being advertised there.
  8. Please remove my phone number from your address book. I think our relationship is over. Oh, and if you've added me to your AIM Buddy List, please delete me. Please. I beg you.
Yours truly, The mini-fridge seller

I really search the dregs of the internet after it gets too warm outside to sit & watch the world go by. TV only takes you so far---after the web has wrapped me up in its sticky seductive strands, it's hard to enjoy the environment of tv, where you have so little control over the content. Tennis, eh... infomercial, bleah... old Sunday afternoon movie presentation, yawn... I'd rather sit here and paint my toenails on the porch (which I already did last night). You can just tell I've been housebound for 4 days, can't ya?

In other news: The Victoria's Secret Sale is in its last week, so if you need any unmentionables (though they're still overpriced) now is the time. Never, never buy something at full price from VS. I have heard the IPEX is a good bra---in the words of one friend, "I never knew I had cleavage before!"---and I am always in the market for a strapless bra that's up to the task. So far, the best I've found is from Vassarette, which is thankfully not padded---but it's not smooth like the VS styles, it's a sort of lacy thing that might show under sheer stuff.

The quest continues.

DISCLAIMER: In no way do I pretend that this photo is of me or anything nearly resembling me.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I realize that, looking at the VS picture, there are other things I'm supposed to be prioritizing. But all I can think is, "Damn! She has freaking amazing hair."

Memphis Chix said...

Yeah, it seems to have a life of its own, like she's the hott Medusa or something.