23 December 2024

Throw Me A Bone

Mild paraphrasing going on.

Me:  How much for the thing.

Them: $50.  Local pickup only.

Me: Monday and Thursday work for me!

Them: I'm free all day Monday.

Me: I can be there around noon, where do you want to meet?

Ten minutes later:

Me:  I can be there at noon, I need an address to tell the GPS.

Sixteen hours later:

Me: If you insist on local pickup, you have to tell me where to go.

Them: I don't appreciate your nasty tone.  I'm busy.  I work a lot.  Monday was the only break I've had in a long time.

Me: You ghosted me for 16 hours and didn't reply until I hurt your feelings.  And you still haven't told me where to meet you.  I don't think you're selling the thing.

Them: It's still for sale, Thursday is good.

What would you tell them?  I'm thinking of telling him I'm on the way to his house Thursday morning and giving updates on where I am for three hours then going silent right about when I should be arriving.

I have no idea where he lives, so telling him I'm on my way to his place might be hilarious.

Posted by Angus McThag at 18:11
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2 comments:

  1. Justin_O_Guy23 December, 2024 19:17

    Do that and be sure to tell him you're bringing cash.

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  2. Anonymous23 December, 2024 23:40

    tell him to eat a satchel of richards...my feelings are hurt...he have a vagina?...panzer guy

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