I just wanted a swing set.
OK, so they don’t make that particular model anymore,, but people are always trying to get rid of the big plastic stuff like slides, sandboxes, and swing sets.
And sure enough, I found quite the few listings in my area.
Little did I know I was to embark upon an odyssey that would leave me enraged, frustrated, and disappointed in all mankind.
The first lady we contacted said sure, we could buy it, and for fifty bucks off the original price. Score!
We wanted to pick it up the next day, but she said she would not be home and we would have to pick it up next weekend. Fine. We told her we could come on Friday morning, we all agreed, and promised to call on Wednesday night to get her address.
Wednesday arrives, we call, and she breezily informs us that she has already sold it. After speaking to us, she had re-listed at the price she was willing to sell to us for, and someone else responded.
Well, people, she said, are flaky. The people offered to come right away, yadda yadda yadda.
Hey lady, you know those flaky people you were talking about? Consider yourself one of them.
Then we had the man who was “firm” on his price, which was over by about a hundred and fifty compared to everyone else. Stay firm, man, stay firm. You’ll be firm for a very long time. If this was involving Viagra, you’d be golden. However, since it’s a swing set, you will wind up being very sad.
And the next one? Just sold, of course.
Finally we had the one who only replied to me once, didn’t reply for days after I offered to come and pick up the item ASAP, and then wrote me that someone had offered her more money.
This all in the course of a week.
I told my husband that if I wind up being screwed by ten people in a row, I’m buying a new one, dammit.