Friday, March 4, 2022

This Is The Pits

 I have a tiny weird tramp art piece for sale that was in with a lot of smalls or jewelry I bought at an auction years back. I know jack shit about it, it's just an interesting little piece.

Yesterday I get a message:

"Can you tell me where it came from and what is it's meaning? Thank you"

WTF? I dunno man. I'm just selling it. I answer where I think I got it. I could be entirely wrong because I travel to other states and used to buy a lot of weird flats full of shit. And meaning? Who the fuck knows...maybe homeless Joe was bored that day.

Then I get this:

"Have any pieces broken or is it entirely intact?"

It's fuckin' $5 and I took pictures from a few angles - if you cannot tell from the picture that it is indeed, fine, then you need to piss off. I am not into answering 6,000 stupid questions to make what will boil down to $3 and change after all is said and done. I don't know why, but the questions irritate me. 

I'm in the process of adopting a cat from a kill-shelter - he had 24 hours to live and in order to save him I had to push through a mountain of paperwork and now have been having back and forth conversations with a rescue and a foster, have 50 million other things going on, and I just don't have the time for bullshit this week. 

The cat is priority #1. If this was an item I was selling for $50 and up, you bet I'd answer all and any questions, but the fact that it is under $10 and this person is already asking nitpicky shit raises red flags and annoys the shit out of me. If you don't have time to look at the fuckin' pictures, then I don't have time to answer you.

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