I've been unloading a lot of stuff on craigslist...again...which means the return of my favorite spore, the craigslidiot, to my life. He was not missed.
Among the items I jettisoned was 150 cans of soda and about two dozen bottles of mixers and juices. Price: free.
"Call me. I'd like you to tell me more about the soda," said one guy in response to the ad with a photo of the soda still in its boxes. I almost called him just to find out what else he could possibly need to know. Would I have to produce pedigree papers?
"I WAN YOUR SODA!!! CAN YOU HOLD IT UNTIL MEMROIL DAY!!" said another.
My favorite, of course, remains Meet Me Halfway Guy: he wants me to load up my car with the stuff I'm giving him and drive it 10 miles. It does seem like the least I could do.