Ok, so I forgot how much I hate Craig’s List.
And nothing burns more than the classic Craig’s List burn.
And I fall for it like an Alzheimer’s patient. as if I’ve never been burned by it before.
It began with a rare moment of maturity.
I over extended myself in buying the new hotness, my PT Cruiser.
The reasons were more than a few and depressingly logical.
And then there came a rare chance to unwind the deal.
So I did.
But now, for the first time since I was 16, I don’t have a car.
So, where to look?
Several places come to mind, one of them being Craig’s List.
I know, I know.
I am not sure where my inner voice was when that thought surfaced, rather than bitch slapping my inner child, it sounded like a good idea.
So I searched.
Lots of crap on Craig’s List, as always.
Maybe that is where you forget where you are.
You feel like you are filtering out the crap, that whatever is left MUST be the good stuff, right?
Anyway, I found a much newer model of a car that I had for a decade, low miles, good price, everything seemed to be there.
The ad had a phone number and said to text if you had questions.
I spent my morning feeling better and better about the car.
Every question I texted was answered in minutes.
And sure, the voice in my head finally surfaced, but he was mumbling and sounded whiny enough to be ignored.
When you buy a car in my family, you involve my father, if you are smart.
The man has been twisting a wrench for over 50 years and has forgotten more about cars than most mechanics will ever learn.
Or one of my brothers, if dad is not available.
So, after work, I grabbed dad and we head out, the car was about 20 miles away.
As instructed, I texted when I got to a certain intersection halfway to downtown LA.
I texted again.
Nothing, left a voicemail.
We circled a bit and then parked.
Five minutes later I called.
The brain dead stoner that answered the phone.
I come from a Sales and Customer Service background, I have worked with some of the most gifted speakers that think faster on their feet that the majority of people.
Like Car Dude on the phone.
Three um’s, two uh’s and 1 dude later, I find out the car is another third to downtown LA.
Fine, I get another fairly well known intersection and we set out.
2 minutes, and it couldn’t have been a second longer, the phone rings.
3 dudes, 2 um’s, something that sounded a lot like “Shuh” later, I find out that the second I hung up, a genie appeared out of nowhere and thrust several thousand dollars into his hand.
Now I am pissed, and wondering if there ever was a car to begin with.
So, once again, I find myself sticken.
With Craig’s Listheimer’s
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