Craigslist is the portal to all that is free, salacious, cheap, suspicious, and noteworthy. A very unsavoury habit I have is drunken Craigslist submitting. I've yet to actually post something, but I've certainly replied to a posting or (perhaps worse) posted a wonderfully weird ad to my Facebook profile for its "ironic" content.
Craigslist is the perfect venue for "type and run". For example, this evening I read a posting from a man claiming that November, not April, was the cruelest month and who was offering 100.00 in exchange for wining, dining and "intimacy". I was tempted to inquire what business he was in to prompt him to declare November his nemesis, and could only speculate that he was a farmer or a swimming pool salesman who had come down with a bad case of seasonal affective disorder.
I regularly inquire about various items for sale (Dear Sir, How big is the screen of the 32" TV you advertised today on Craigslist) and rent (Dear Lonely, When you say you like to give flowers for no reason, does that mean that blooms die unnecessarily?). Craiglist is the new prank call (Hey lady, is your fridge running? Well, don't you think you should go and catch it?) but without the perils of caller ID.
I can't tear my eyes away.
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