There is a woman in Muskoka who wants to buy my pine trunk as a toybox for her granddaughter. That is great. She sends me an email every couple of days telling me this, but never answers my responses. This morning’s email advised me that her husband was coming to pick up the trunk “sometime today or tomorrow”. Don’t leave the house!
The 6 drawer dresser ad on Kijiji has garnered 6 people asking “Is it still available?”. When I answer “yes” (usually immediately upon receiving the email), I get no response or follow on questions. Is there a bunch of people in Muskoka who just want to know if Kijiji works or not? And in the 2 minutes it takes me to reply, have they realized they don’t need a dresser? Or did they pull out a magnifying glass and look at the picture more carefully and find some flaw?
August 21st, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: Exploring the subculture of the buy and sell classifieds.
My husband is selling his 1996 black Honda Prelude SRV coupe. When I first met him, the Prelude was his baby. He spent ample time washing it, waxing it, and certainly nobody else drove the car. I don’t know when it happened, but somewhere along the line, he realized that the Honda Prelude was just a car. There were other things more important to him. After dating for about 3 years, I actually drove it. And the washings petered down to a couple of times a year.
His friends still ask after the Prelude – always referring to “her”. It was part of Emile’s identity – he drove that black Prelude, he was that guy around Celestica. It drove like a dream, cornered like mad, yet each month, just not the same. Rattle here, rust there,
He held on to it – it was paid for, and if he could just squeeze one more season out of it, we could avoid putting the money out for a new car.
But now it sits in the garage – knowing its fate, I’m sure. I can only hope that someone comes along who loves it as much as my husband did.
August 20th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: She had her day, The Prelude. Sometimes things are more than just things.