Been trying to sell off shit. Lots of shit. So much shit, my living room has become another locker, "Living" is the key word here, there's no living done, no room for it, I got to unload.
So I listed a pile of stuff on Kijiji - and yesterday was a good day, after a fashion. A flute I'd had listed for a month finally sold, no arguing about the price, that never happens. And an antique thing-a-ma-jig sold and a tacky old coin bank, within a few hours of listing. Calls about other stuff, the X-Ray machine, guy just wanted to talk about it for an hour, inquiries about the sewing machine, the vintage bar aid. And, lying down to nap, this text comes in:
I'd advertised it on Craigslist, a month ago, no bites, this was the first so I'd kind of forgotten. I'd listed it as a Secret Santa sort of thing, perfect for when you drew the bosses name, I mean, this is the gift that would keep on giving.
And the first nibble, I scared him away, I gotta learn to be a little more discreet. I'm going to relist it on Kijiji as a Banana Pump and see if it doesn't move there...