Part 2: The Craigslist Debacle

    It’s crazy to think that people would go to certain lengths just to fuck with somebody. This happened to me, and you better hope it doesn’t happen to you. This is a continuation on the story of what I call the Craigslist Debacle.

    My phone hasn’t stopped ringing for the last twenty minutes. I’ve answered to too many strangers wanting to buy my car, and this joke is getting on my nerves. Upon arriving at my house I silence Josh Turner, turn the key, and jump out of my car. I take one step in the door and my phone rings again, “Hello?”
    A woman’s voice that sounds like an excited kid on Christmas Eve speaks into the phone, “Yea, I was wondering about your 4-Runner…”
    I stop her before she can say anymore, “My car isn’t for sale. Someone is playing a prank on me.”     I feel like the Grinch, stealing whatever hopes this lady ever had about buying a sweet ride. Not only do I have to deal with these people calling me every minute, but now I have this lady on the phone and she’s not happy, “What do you mean? I can’t buy the car? Are you serious!? Wh…” Click, I don’t have the time to deal with this shit.
    I walk into the computer room and Chris is laughing uncontrollably, “You gotta see this man, here, come here.”
    Sure as hell, there it was. A picture of a car that looked just mine stood out on the page. 12-point font stood next to it describing the features of my limited 4-runner. And situated next to that line was four sentences stating, “Leaving town, must sell quick. Very cheap, and in good condition. Up late, work hours from 12am-8am, call between these times. Call Tom Bay at 555-9281.” The price of the car stood out amongst everything. It was in a huge font and bolded, “$2500.”
    I stood for a second, admiring this person’s bold step into my life. Obviously somebody went out of their way, and took their time, to piss me off. Well, it worked.
    I jump on my Hewlett-Packard and write an email to Craigslist. This joke has become harassment, and it needs to be taken down right now. After sending the email, I look back at Chris and he’s got this smirk on his face that reminds me of the times when he’s messed with me. One time in particular always comes to mind.
    Shortly after graduating from high school I was driving in one of my old cars. It was a 93’ Honda Accord and it was my baby. I really did love that car. So, one day I’m driving down the road and something smells horrendous. When I got home I checked the insides of my car and didn’t find anything. So, I decided to go inside for a second, grab some food, and come back when I’ve got something in my stomach. After I shut the door I noticed something sticking out of one of the hubcaps. I got down and examined what was left of a herring. After seeing this, I realized that this is where the smell was coming from. I yanked the hubcap off and there were three more half rotten hearings that look as if they’d been there awhile. After checking the other hubcaps there was a total of sixteen rotting herring corpses in all. I later found out that this was Chris playing a prank on me. The fish had been there for about three weeks, and everybody had a good laugh. Well, everybody except me. It took about a week for me to get over it. Anyway, so Chris is known for these types of things. So, I ask him again, but he still denies it.
    My phone is ringing again, and this time it comes with a little extra something on the side.