macgerk77 wrote:
And still no further response. Pretty sure I've come across the maitre d
of the aforementioned hotel
of the aforementioned hotel
Years ago I headed over to Seattle with over $6,000 in cold hard cash and about a dozen Craigslist phone numbers, intent on coming home with a used Ford Ranger.
Big ol' wad of $100 dollar bills. In my pocket.
From those dozen leads exactly one person returned my calls. One. I bought that truck.
Three weeks later the owner of a truck that I'd really, really wanted, listed in Spokane, finally (five weeks after my initial attempts!) wrote to tell me that they were now back in town after a long vacation.
That's right: they listed the truck and promptly left town for a month. What the veritable f---?
And that's just *one* of my many personal CL examples. ...which of course shows I am an idiot, as well, for not simply giving up.
But others, I must admit, have been very cool, including the dude in Missoula who sold me his dad's old Vespa GT200 (from Portland). That dude's now a friend for life.
So, rule of 1/5. Five dicks per deal. That means eating, uh, a lot of dicks (?) to get a deal, but, one does what one must...?
Let me work on that analogy....