50 Craigslist Meet Ups You’re Really Glad You Weren’t A Part Of



I was in my late 20’s. Someone had an Xbox 360 for sale. I emailed him and we agreed to meet up in a park. Turns out to be a kid who was about 14-15 years old. I pay him cash and leave. I get home and turn it on, but the cd drive doesn’t open. I fiddle with it a bit, and realize it’s just broke.

I email him back, and he says something to the affect of “You have to take the face of the xbox off and push something on the side… then it will open”. Basically he admitted he knew it was broken, so I tell him I want my money back, and he says no.

I was guessing he was using his real name (first and last) in his email address, so I open the phone book (yes, a phone book) and looked up everybody by that last name in that town. There were less than 10 entries. I dialed the first one and asked if the kid was there. She says “no, this is his aunts house”.

I politely said “oh… do you happen to have his home number?” She gives it to me. I find that phone number in the phone book and get the street address. I drive to his house and knock on the door. He answers the door and starts freaking out. “You have to leave! My mom can’t know I sold that!”

I said “I’m not leaving without my money”.

He says “I already spent it! Get out of here!”

I just laughed, stepped around him, and knocked again on the door until his mom showed up. Turns out she knew the xbox was broken also. She made him give me the money back (he hadn’t spent it) and I handed over the broken xbox.



Not me, but a friend. He was selling a graphing calculator and arranged to meet the buyer at a shopping center. The buyer wanted to test it out, but it didn’t have batteries. My friend agreed to ride to a grocery store with him to pick up batteries. On the way back to where they originally met, buyer took the calculator to test it out. He plays with it for a minute, agrees it is in good condition, and passes it back to my friend. On the screen, the buyer had typed “you are kidnapped”. My friend finishes reading it, buyer locks doors and speeds up. Friend panics. Then the buyer stops, laughs, gives my friend money, let’s him out and tells him to be more careful.



I went to buy a semi-rare videogame (Final Fantasy Tactics, before it became a Greatest Hit). Met this girl in a Wendys parking lot, she gave me the cd case. I opened it, and it was empty. I demanded my $20 back, she looked at me and said if I did anything other than leave, she would lie and say I assaulted her. I pulled out my phone and started to pretend to record her (my cell at the time had no camera) and she started stumbling around, pretending I had attacked her. After a minute if this silliness, our eyes met and I think she realized how ridiculous this was getting, and gave me my money back.



I bought a set of Samsonite luggage, met the man in a crowded parking lot. He kept saying “I didn’t expect you to be so cute.” He had Been waiting in the lot, saw me get off the bus and walk in, and kept trying to let him give me a ride home. I declined, and while waiting on the bus, saw him drive past 5 more times. He was a creeper.



Two of my roommates went to purchase a couch from someone living on the third floor of an apartment building. They paid for the couch but, somewhere between the 2nd and 3rd floors, got it stuck so badly in the stairwell they decided to cut their losses and just leave it there.



It was a few weeks before my Junior year of College so this was 2010. I wanted to sell an old couch from my previous house because we were getting 2 new roommates and they already had couches. I posted the ad and 15 minutes later I got an e-mail. The guy said he would pay 75 for the couch (i had listed it at 100) but would bring some Xbox games to trade to make up the difference. Okay nice. So he pulls up in a truck with two women in the bed. I insist on helping him get the couch outside but he says no and has the two women do it. Then, it gets interesting. He says he only has $50 but if I took the money, he would “give” me one the girls for 20 minutes. Keep in mind, he told me this as the couch is sitting in his truck. I didn’t know what to say. I took the $50 and said to just leave. He was insulted for some reason and threatened to come back and “beat my ass and rob me blind.” We moved to our new house the next day with our new roommates. Fast forward a month I read in my school’s newspaper and on the front page was a picture of my old street with the headline “Man arrested intimidating students at a party with a crow bar.” My old residence. I read on. His name was Bruce and his criminal background included 17 misdemeanors and a dropped rape and attempted kidnapping charge. Also, just as icing on the cake, he was also wanted in Ohio on numerous stalking charges. Craigslist…never again



Not Craigslist but kijiji (same idea, different site). A couple years ago I was buying some DVD’s from a guy. I had drank too much the night before and was having a hellish hangover but decided to go get the DVD’s anyways. He was on the sketchy side of town. Anyways I pull up to his house. It is a five-plex (five attached houses) and there is a note on the front door to go to the back. So I go to the back and there are these three gangster lookin’ guys mid-day drunk and some cracked out girl with her shirt tied up, barely covering her and in short shorts. They all stop what they are doing and stare at me.

“Uhmm are you selling the dvd’s?” I ask, sweating beneath my dorky spider-man t-shirt.
“DVD’s? Nah man don’t have any of those. Want some crack?” Says the largest one, flexing his muscles.

“Uhh no thanks”

“What about my girl here?”

“What do you mean?” My face is dripping sweat at this point.

“You wana take her home?”

“Uhmm no thanks I saw this ad on kijiji-”

“Why not? You think she’s ugly?” he stands up and looks at me menacingly while I stammer and then says “ahhh I’m just fuckin’ with you man. No dvd’s. Sure you don’t want no crack?”

“No. Okay I gotta go cya” and then I turned around and got the hell out of there.

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