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



I was trying to sell my old laptop on CL. I was flooded with scam emails saying, “I would like to purchase this item for my brother/uncle/nephew/etc. who is studying/volunteering/doing missionary work in Nigeria. Please send your bank account number and information so I may wire transfer funds”. Seriously I got like 100 of these emails all saying some variation of that story. They were all OBVIOUSLY very fake emails. Anyway, I finally get a legit sounding message saying this guy wants to buy it. We meet at a Starbucks and he checks out the laptop and asks some questions, seems satisfied so he gets out his cash. As he hands it to me he says, “Thanks so much, my brother is over in Nigeria for his studies and really needed a computer so this will be a great gift!” I accidentally burst out laughing, and he just looked at me like I was a crazy bitch and left.



A couple years ago, I contacted a guy about buying some old Pokemon cards for my son. I didn’t know anything about Pokemon at the time; he was just getting into it. The ad said he was selling 100 cards for $20 (only 20 cents a card!), which seemed like a great deal to me considering it’s something like $6 a pack now for ten cards. I arrived at the arranged meeting spot (gas station parking lot), he handed me a stack of cards wrapped up in a rubber band, I handed him a twenty-dollar bill, and we were on our way. It really felt like a drug deal. Very few words were exchanged.

I gave them to my son that weekend, gearing up for the happiest reaction ever for the coolest dad ever. Turns out I overestimated things a bit there. He thumbed through the cards, his massive smile slowly bending into a puzzled expression. Then he took a deep breath turned to me, trying to feign some degree of happiness and gratitude, and asked me why I would get him a stack of 100 Energy Cards.

I’ve since learned the difference between holo and foil cards, what types are good against other types, what it takes to be the very best, and that Brock is a total cooz hound.



My buddy responded to an ad for a cheap ass car. He took it for a test drive and it ran well, so they agreed to a price of $200. After the money changed hands, the seller said he will go inside to get the extra keys and bring the car around. About 2 minutes later the car passes by and continues down the street. My buddy freaks the fuck out and gives chase, unfortunately the car gets away and he is left to go back to the house and see if he can sort it out.

As it turned out, the car that passed by was just an innocent motorist with the same car merrily going about his business. It’s very fortunate my buddy never caught up to him. I could only imagine the seller back at the house, wondering why someone would hand him $200 and take off running.

He did get the car after all and it ran for 2 years.

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