Downsizing

on 18 June 2010

So, we stayed with my friend Debbi when last we were in North Carolina.  They were in the throes of moving to Texas so they were packing and cleaning out while we were there.

She thoroughly inspired me.  She sold a bunch of their stuff on Craigslist and made enough money to pay for the moving truck and the gas out to Texas.

So I came home and started a list of things I didn't want to move and decided to post them to craigslist in the hopes of making some cash.

There are a few flaws in my plan. 

  1. We live in a small place.  Not a lot of takers down here for the stuff I have to sell.
  2. I'm being spammed nigh unto insanity.
  3. The whole thing kind of creeps me out.
And I've bought stuff off of craigslist before!  You'd think it wouldn't creep me out so much, but it kind of does.  The whole idea of STRANGERS who want to meet you somewhere and exchange cash for your stuff.  It just seems like an episode of Law and Order waiting to happen.

I listed our jogging stroller, two bookcases and some kitchen stuff.  Now, the woman who wants to buy the bookcases, I'm fine with that.  She's willing to come HERE and I'll only let her come when Chris is at home...we should be able to take her if she tries anything funny...

But there's a guy who wants to buy the jogging stroller and he's located outside of ATLANTA!  ATLANTA!  He wants me to meet him somewhere.  For the love of Pete, I'm not driving 3-5 hours to sell my jogging stroller for 50 bucks.  Not when he could be all kinds of a crazy psychopath bent on kidnapping and murder!  And I'm a nice little housefrau with my adorable child.  No way, no how.  I didn't fall off the turnip truck yesterday.  He's not luring me to my death and banner headlines that easily.

You think I'm being overly paranoid?

What I need is a BROKER.  A craigslist broker of some sort...a third party willing to meet the buyer in a given location with the goods.  But then, when I write this down it sounds a little like maybe I've been watching too many mafia movies.

Hmmmm.  I read this and it sounds a little paranoid...but it makes perfect sense on the inside of my head!

2 comments:

Katrina said...

I don't think you are paranoid. I wouldn't meet some strange guy somewhere by myself. And if they want your stuff, they should come get it or at least meet you close by....with your husband with you.

Cel and JP said...

I hear ya. You know what's creepier? Freecycle. Great concept, weird process. I've seen things like "I'll leave the sofa outside my house - and here is my address - just come pick it up whenever." uhhhhh