Part I was my last blog entry in which I discussed the strange people who answer ads in the classfieds. I just placed a new ad a few minutes ago.
Leather rocker-recliner, reclines to full chaise. 34" wide. Padded arms, contemporary. Color is bone.
Rarely used. $50 or best offer. Pick it up today!
My next door neighbor always says to me "let me know if you ever sell your recliner, since I'll pay you for it." I never had it for sale but, for some reason, she would always bring up the subject. "If you ever move or redecorate, Nancy, make sure you let me know, since I really want that leather chair in your livingroom." She's been living in the other half of my duplex for about 6 years. I'm guessing she's said that to me for the past 5.
It's almost the end of the month. I didn't advertise my leather rocker-recliner in the paper or on Craig's List because I'd feel badly if she didn't get it, since she's always been madly in love with this chair, even though I never thought about selling it. She's offered me as much as $75. So yesterday I knocked on her door and said "well, it's almost the end of the month, so I guess I better get that recliner over here." She said "I don't need it." I said "If money is a problem, you can have it for $35." She just doesn't want it.
Jean-Paul Satre said it best. "Hell is other people."