"I like ur bed"

Since Paul and I have been sleeping on my 9-year-old piece of crap IKEA bed, we decided it was time to upgrade and get something new. I was thinking about what we would do with the old bed and wasn't looking forward to hauling it anywhere so I put an ad up on Craigslist. I figured at least that way I could get someone to take it away for me. But I am always amazed at what people will pay for stuff on Craigslist so I listed it at $100. Shortly thereafter, I left to pick up Paul from work.

When Paul walked out of his office he had a slightly frustrated/accusing look on his face. He got in the car and said, "Why are people calling me about a bed for sale?" Whoops, I forgot to tell him about the ad and the fact that I put his cell phone number in it. He had already gotten three calls! That evening he got 7 more voicemails while we were in a movie! That night we were in bed almost asleep at 11:30 when Paul's phone lit up and dinged. It was a text message:

"I like ur bed. I am buying it. Please do not deal with n e one else. -Paresh"

Who does that?! Who txts a complete stranger at 11:30 at night about an ad on Craigslist?! But as annoying as that was, it was the "n e" instead of "any" that sent Paul into outer space - for some reason, that just got under his skin! It was hilarious, him stomping around our condo at 11:30 pm cursing Paresh and his stupid txt message.

The next day Paul went down the list of people in order to get rid of the bed. Everyone had a story, one guy was calling because his daughter was "finally moving out" and was doing everything he could to expedite the process. Because of all the demand, Paul was just looking for someone who would come get it as quickly and conveniently as possible. One guy asked if he was willing to negotiate on the price and Paul just said, "Um, I don't think this is going to work out. Thanks." Paul would also not call back anyone who didn't leave a specific name, even if they said they would pay full price and pick it up in five minutes! Paul says he just doesn't like calling someone without knowing who to ask for.

We ended up selling to an ex-con named Barry who was just getting set up in his own place. He was very nice and actually seemed really excited about the bed. He brought his similarly tattooed buddy with him and they blasted metal rock while tying down the mattresses. I say, good luck to you Barry! And too bad for all the people who are STILL calling about the bed four days later (the ad was removed the same day). People are crazy for a $100 bed!