thanks to the recent style-merger, i've spent an obsessive amount of time posting my things on the beloved Craigslist.
one item in particular was a large white dresser.
i bought it about a year ago, put it together myself. and nothing was wrong with it.
i may be a woman who has high anxiety mixed with OCD tendencies who can't control her alcohol intake, but i would never ever sell something broken to an online stranger who has my phone number and is about to meet me at my house.
no thank you.
but then this text conversation happened:
hi. just an FYI. the dresser was messed up n we threw it out today ): the drawers were all broken n wouldn't fit right. oh we'll. i guess crap happens. ur a good person n i like you but i did want to tell you it was broken and we didn't even get to use it. it's ok i'm not upset or anything just disapointed. i dont mean to bother you just wanted you to no. no hard feelings :)
i asked how exactly the drawers were messed up. ikea furniture can be a bit tricky.
they were getting all chipped when we were trying to put them into place. now they're garbage. its ok tho. don't worry about it. just wanted you to know.
okayyy
so this is the data i've gathered from that exchange:
- you purchased a dresser from me, that you then destroyed to the point of being non-functional.
- you like me, but you want me to know you broke my dresser.
- you're not mad at me, but you can't use something you bought from me.
- you think i'm a good person, but you can't figure out how to assemble a dresser.
am i missing something?
did you tell me this just to put some weight on my conscious? or what.
oh hi excuse me yes. hello corner liquor store. i purchased a few handles of bottom-shelf vodka from you earlier today. im not mad or anything but i drank one on the way home and the other three aren't useable anymore. idk what happened but they're broken on my driveway. they got dropped i guess. you were really nice but i just wanted you to know i cant drink any of them anymore. i'm not mad or anything, just disappointed.
see mines a joke because bottom shelf vodka is plastic.
moral of this story: you bought it you broke it.
