LOL, too funny.
The Craigslist thing for me always goes like this: I wait until I receive my new $399 iPhone on the day of its release, I wipe the old iPhone clean, I submit the unlock request to AT&T. Two days later, the phone is unlocked, I take good photos, I write good copy, post it for sale at the same $399 as my new iPhone. Within an hour I am inundated with purchase requests from low ballers with foreign sounding names. I don't reply to them. After a day I have about 50 responses and I carefully choose to open the emails from females with English sounding names. We email back and forth and they always give me their phone numbers and ask me to call them. Eventually, I speak to a young hottie that I just know is a stripper, and she's the one I ask to meet me at the local Starbucks. As soon as she says she works nights and can only meet me between 10AM and 4PM I know she's a performer. Mission accomplished.
At Starbucks, I set my new iPhone on the table, place the BMW keyfob in a very visible location next to the latte, roll up the sleeve so the Rolex glistens under the halogens, set the Ray Bans up on my forehead. She walks in, she's smokin' hot, I'd give her the damned phone for free if we could just be honest with each other, but alas, she whips out a paper clip, pops the SIM card out of her beaten old phone, asks me to send a test text, hands over a sweaty stack of $20 bills, prances away, the smell of Chanel lingers in the air for a moment, I try not to stare as she glides in to her rusty pink Toyota, another successful transaction, my old iPhone has paid for my new iPhone yet again. For a moment I ponder sneaking off from the wife when she falls asleep and hunting for my buyer at the local clubs, but I lose my energy by midnight and fall asleep on the couch, my binged episode of Breaking Bad playing to silence.
BJ
