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Discussion in 'Bad Dog Cafe' started by Sparky2, Mar 25, 2018.
Over here a motorbike IS a dress...
I know everything I need to know about the word 'Kansas' from some documentary I watched called 'The Wizard of Oz'
Hard hitting stuff
I have had so many replies to my ads asking is the guitar still available and I promptly say yes it is but I never hear from them again. The joy of dealing with the public. Common courtesy is disappearing to-day.
Ha ha I foolishly assumed this was a simple enough query to weigh in on without reading the replies.
(Gotta go cut all the plumbing out of the neighbors summer cottage this evening, so pretty busy prepping right now)
But I see drag queens, pressure washers and concubines?
Followed by certain servicing of cranky CL sellers in parking lots?
Not sure what's weirder, CL or TDPRI.
BTW, I met my wife on CL, so JUDGE AWAY!
That's nice, but are you going to get back in touch with the guy with the guitar?
He needs to save up another 25$ first....
Well CL is shutting down it's personals so SOMEBODY needs to pick up the slack.
I know, right? I couldn't believe they took an opium nap in that field of poppies!
However, if you want to learn about the state I live in, Missouri, you should watch another famous documentary..."Roadhouse". Between that and The Wizard of Oz you've got the Midwest covered.
I completed my studies of UK culture many years ago by watching "A Clockwork Orange"...
Clockwork Orange doesn't quite capture this country. In truth that award goes to Dick Van Dyck in Mary Poppins
Oh I was so hoping it was just like The Avengers..
Or at least Open all Hours..
Northern England does still retain a flavour or OAH but it is as different a country to the south as it is to Scotland
Could he tell the difference between a $3000 guitar and a $1500 guitar?
He seemed very well versed on the guitar I was selling. It's doubtful he could have been any more prepared than he was! When one is coughing up that kind of cash, one tends to a little more than ordinarily cautious. I don't know how rich I would have to be to buy another really expensive guitar, but it's a lot more rich than I can contemplate being.
I have had a raft of nice AND expensive guitars in my time, I have none of them left. I am one of those of the great unwashed who at a price point of somewhere between a thousand and fifteen hundred bucks cannot tell much difference in quality. I will qualify that by stating I'm talking used guitar dollars, and if you are confident enough in your own ability to ascertain whether the instrument is in good condition, and authentic, you will most likely get the $3000 dollar guitar for somewhere close to the $1500 price point.
So, let me get this straight. You told him you weren't serious, and he texted back angrily.
Then, you apologized, and he responded with more anger.
At this point, you should have simply not responded and left him alone. But no. You texted him ONE MORE TIME, with a snarky question.
You certainly had that last one coming.
I wish you no ill will, and was being more than a little bawdy in my attempt at humor. I don't find at least here, that the CL people have any interest other than selling or buying. No interest in chit chat at all.
I really hate to say this, but, yelling in italics is very rude.
So he might have moved a couple cars 12 times that day and then charged the battery 12 times that day?
As a lifelong student of human psychology, I am really learning and absorbing a lot from the responses to this thread.
a. I'm apparently a really major-league a$$$hole for having wasted this guy's time.
and, worse yet,
b. I really don't give a rats-a$$$ about it one way or the other.
Which is disconcerting to me.
I'm a really nice guy.
I really should be feeling some sort of emotion for having completely and utterly ruined the entire weekend for the guy who was only trying to sell his guitar.
Never mind that he bragged that he owned over 200 guitars and over a hundred amps, and he bought and sold them all the time.
He's out there now, delicate flower that he apparently is, completely put-off, and feeling anguished and sick-to-his-stomach for having lost an hour of his valuable time, trading ostensibly-harmless texts with me, the modern-day Ted Bundy or Jeffrey Dahmer of northern Alabama.
So how should I proceed at this point?
Give up all worldly possessions, and live a chaste and humble life like Mother Teresa?
Dedicate myself to caring for all the rudderless, angry guitar traders on Craigslist, and bestowing my own guitar collection onto them freely, like pennies from heaven?
Or should I grow an even harder shell, and become a surly, mean-spirited, emotionally-detached guy?
Unconcerned with the cares and concerns with men and women who freely enter into this business of internet commerce, and who might become butt-hurt over my lack of care and tenderness??
It's a quandary, I tell ya.
Wrapped up in a mystery, and batter-fried in a coating of enigma.
Won't lose any sleep over it, exactly.
But it's a problem that I should probably discuss with a Priest or something.
I find it easier to accept excessively zealous responses if I keep in mind that sometimes it's just not about ME.
But your zeal is understandable!
Guy went ape****!