The first time I heard about Craigslist was 2005. I didn’t have a car, a television or a “going out” dress. I was living in San Francisco, making $11.10 an hour and sharing one toilet with FIVE roommates. I couldn’t even afford to browse other people’s unwanted junk.
Years later, I’m back in Maryland with unwanted junk of my own. I make regular donations to The Lupus Foundation every other month or so (they pick it up from your porch!), but today I rediscovered a new-ish cheap high chair that Kevin told me we didn’t need in the first place. I fed Elsa her first few solids in it and to the back of the closet it went. It mocks me. This thing needs to go. So I made my first ever post on Craigslist. My high chair. Tags attached. I could hardly wait for my first potential “customer.”
Maybe I never should have looked at the personals (NAKED PENISES ARE ON THERE OMFG.) Maybe I should have stopped checking my email after 9pm. Maybe I really need to stop watching “I Survived…” on Bio?
Every inquiry in my inbox is freaking me out.
Why are you looking at high chairs on Craigslist at 10pm?
Why would you ask me to meet you tonight – it’s 11pm?
Why did you stop responding when I suggested a public place?
What if they punch me in the face and run away with my cheap high chair AND $15?
Could I end up with a broken nose over $15?
Could they make my nose cuter if it had to be reset?
What if someone follows me home looking for more stuff?
What if they steal my kid?
Why did I think I could be normal about this?
Is anyone else like this or do I need my DVR privileges revoked?
In summation, this high chair may or may not be going back into the closet tomorrow.
Too crazy for craigslist.
