If you’re buying something off the local classifieds, don’t email the seller trying to bargain them down almost 50% the asking price for 3 sets of items, but leave your signature in the footer that shows you run a local hipster clothing and homewares shop that the seller’s sister knows for a fact sells similar items for at least 5x the asking price per unit.
That just makes you look cheap. Not savvy.
Update: Oh, and then after agreeing to the original asking price, asks if my sister can drop the items off at her shop.
I had a dream the other night.
We were just outside Paris for some reason or other. Near enough to see the Eiffel Tower from where we were, but not quite in the city.
We stood there on a bridge looking at the Eiffel Tower from a distance, and I said to Eric, “I wish we could go to Paris city proper. It’d be neat to see the Eiffel Tower. I know it’s smaller than it looks in all the pictures, but there are some really nice streets I want to visit, and I hear there are some great boulangeries there that I’d like to try.”
This complete stranger was standing next to us and said “You don’t want to go there. That’s where you get the clap.”
Completely nonplussed, I can’t help but stare at this stranger and all I can manage to utter is “What?”. Dream self even felt the expression of ultimate confusion form on my face.
The stranger said “You know what the Moulin Rouge is like.”
I realise that he misheard boulangerie and somehow thought I was talking about the Moulin Rouge. Which I suppose do sound kind of similar. And I find myself stuttering “Oh, um. I meant like a bakery. Not a place of entertainment.”
At this point, I think I broke my own brain. The dream kind of stopped abruptly while brain did a stacktrace to find out what the hell just happened.
When I later recounted this dream to Eric, he burst out laughing and there were some slanderous slurs against the sanctity of my brain function. Couldn’t really dispute it though.