Wanna hear how dumb I almost am? (Sure you do!)
Okay. So Fran got his father's iMac. Nearly brand new, blah blah, just like the one that I own and love so much that currently has its lcd screen all messed up. And he was going to pawn it. 'Cause that's what addicts do. And because he says that he really did go through the entire eighteen thousand dollars from that foreclosure thing and needs money.
And so he offers to sell it to me for six hundred and when I say five he says okay and then he wants me to get a money order today and mail it to him and then he'll 2-day me the iMac, right?
And when he brought this up on the phone yesterday I was all, "Okay. Cool. I'll do it." And I was all thinking about having a nice new iMac and stuff.
But then right around one in the morning, I woke up and lay awake for awhile thinking, 'Hmmmm... Now what exactly is bothering me? 'Cause I feel like something is wrong... But I can't quite put my finger on it...'
And then I fell back asleep! Like an idiot! Without figuring out what was wrong!
And I been sitting here all day, working on another midterm, getting annoyed at the idiocy of my fellow students, compulsively checking my site meter, IM'ing with AAG, ordering the kids around, reading three different textbooks... and not getting up to go get the money order I'd promised Fran I'd get sent out in today's mail.
And then a couple of hours or so ago I had to actually get up, shower, and drive 2/3 of my kids places, and as I was driving home, I was all worried that Fran would be pissy because I didn't send the money order... and all of a sudden, I swear it was like I heard words in my poor head, and the words were all, "Umm. Excuse me? Hello? Circe? Or should I call you... DUMBASS?"
And I'm all, "What? What! Huh?"
And then it clicked. I was going to... WHAT?
I was going to do WHAT?
I was going to send Fran a money order for five hundred bucks? And trust, hah, TRUST, that he'd send me this iMac?
Seriously?
I was going to do that?
How sweet. How amazingly sweet that it took me nearly TWENTY-FOUR FREAKING HOURS to realize how utterly INSANE this was.
Apparently I got a ways ta go on my jaded bittercynicalness cynicism...
A ways ta freaking go.
(Quick! Sell me a bridge!)
Okay. So Fran got his father's iMac. Nearly brand new, blah blah, just like the one that I own and love so much that currently has its lcd screen all messed up. And he was going to pawn it. 'Cause that's what addicts do. And because he says that he really did go through the entire eighteen thousand dollars from that foreclosure thing and needs money.
And so he offers to sell it to me for six hundred and when I say five he says okay and then he wants me to get a money order today and mail it to him and then he'll 2-day me the iMac, right?
And when he brought this up on the phone yesterday I was all, "Okay. Cool. I'll do it." And I was all thinking about having a nice new iMac and stuff.
But then right around one in the morning, I woke up and lay awake for awhile thinking, 'Hmmmm... Now what exactly is bothering me? 'Cause I feel like something is wrong... But I can't quite put my finger on it...'
And then I fell back asleep! Like an idiot! Without figuring out what was wrong!
And I been sitting here all day, working on another midterm, getting annoyed at the idiocy of my fellow students, compulsively checking my site meter, IM'ing with AAG, ordering the kids around, reading three different textbooks... and not getting up to go get the money order I'd promised Fran I'd get sent out in today's mail.
And then a couple of hours or so ago I had to actually get up, shower, and drive 2/3 of my kids places, and as I was driving home, I was all worried that Fran would be pissy because I didn't send the money order... and all of a sudden, I swear it was like I heard words in my poor head, and the words were all, "Umm. Excuse me? Hello? Circe? Or should I call you... DUMBASS?"
And I'm all, "What? What! Huh?"
And then it clicked. I was going to... WHAT?
I was going to do WHAT?
I was going to send Fran a money order for five hundred bucks? And trust, hah, TRUST, that he'd send me this iMac?
Seriously?
I was going to do that?
How sweet. How amazingly sweet that it took me nearly TWENTY-FOUR FREAKING HOURS to realize how utterly INSANE this was.
Apparently I got a ways ta go on my jaded bitter
A ways ta freaking go.
(Quick! Sell me a bridge!)
Thank the sciences you realized it before you sent the money order. Could have been much, much worse.
So are you going to call Fran and make a counter offer? Like he send the iMac, THEN you send him a couple bucks? Maybe? You COULD stiff him. He's done it to you enough. I won't tell.
Yep, have him send the Mac, then tell him (sweetly) to take the five hundred out of the child support he owes you.
All's fair, etc., etc.
Love Dave's idea. Love it, love it, love it.