Bitsy is finally at the point to where she needs a highchair and some other assorted baby need (momma want) items. You would think that since this my 3rd child in 4 years, I would have some of these things. Not so much.
Being the ever frugal homemaker, I did what any self respecting coupon clipper would do and checked out craigslist. I adore craigslist, but sometimes the ads, items and sellers make it an interesting experience to say the least.
My first highchair inquiry was with a gentleman of unknown origins (meaning can’t spell and use basic English correctly)
Me: I read that you have a wooden high chair for sale on Craigslist. I would like to know the condition of this item.
Him: It is in well condition to sale. (Well condition? So…does this mean good? Cooked well done? It used to be sick?)
Me: Can you tell me a little more about this highchair?
Him: Wooden is the chair and it is high. (I am conjuring up images of a wooden chair getting high in a back alley at this point.)
Next up is the Three Musketeers lady. “All for one and one for all”
Me: I read that you have a wooden highchair for sale and I would like to know it’s condition.
Her: It’s condition is good, but I also have a crib, mattress, hat rack and rebuilt 454 big block engine.
Me: OK, well I am only interested in the high chair.
Her: I am selling all the items for $800 cash.
Me: How much would you just sell the high chair for?
Her: I really need to sell all the items so they go as a group. Can you pay $725?
Then we have Mr. Turn Anything Into Something Useful Guy
Me: I read that you have a large, sturdy 2 compartment white toy box for sale. Can you tell me of its condition?
Him: It’s in very good condition and all the racks inside have been removed.
Me: It has racks inside?
Him: It did, but I removed them along with the vegetable crisper and ice maker.
You also get Mr. Creepy Come To My House So I Can Lock You In The Basement Guy
Me: I read that you have multiple baby items for sale, what is the condition of the high chair, exersaucer and toy box
Him: I can’t explain it to you. I would prefer you come and look at them.
Me: Could you send me pictures of these items instead?
Him: I would prefer you come look at them in person. I carry them in a large van and can meet you tonight around 11pm behind the abandoned warehouse that is 50 miles outside of town.
I finally have secured a high chair from a seemingly nice woman who didn’t mind bickering just a little. I’m still sending my husband to pick it up. He is a lot bigger than me and harder to fit in the trunk beside the big block engine and Rolex copies.