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You'd never guess I sell things for a living.

I'm about to agree to part with my armoire for considerably less than I asked for it -- less even than I paid for it -- simply because I like the fellow who is interested in it.

Interestingly, he's the son of the feminist brainiac who came to see it on Sunday.

Mom went home, loved the piece, and called her son about it. He contacted me yesterday and made an appointment to come and see it. He's just moved back to Canada. Clearly the smarty pants genes run in the family. Brainiac Jr. was doing Post Doc work at Cambridge.

Anyway, clearly Brainiac Jr. couldn't afford the asking price, so offered me less than asking.

I told him honestly that I would consider the offer, but that I had a second couple coming to see it later in the evening.

When they arrived, I knew immediately that they were weird. Crazy and weird.

Peter and Monica had a strange, erratic energy. Dude was wearing paint spackled pants, a mismatched shirt and a tattered sweater vest, but the thing was, it looked like he was trying to look gentile.

Monica was equally oddly attired. She was wearing one of those shorty fur stoles my Mother used to wear in the 60s. She kept looking at Peter for approval.

Peter, on the other hand, had a five minute conversation with my cat!

They told me they'd take it before they even really looked at it. There was something about their behaviour that told me not to trust them. Not one little bit.

My Spidey senses were tingling and, despite some bad judgements I've made over the years, I now know enough to always, ALWAYS trust my intuition.

So I made the decision then and there to tell them that it was already sold. They weren't too happy about it. Beligerent even. Their reaction told me that I'd definitely made the right decision.

The unease I felt in their presence lingered long after I'd ushered them out.

I guess I've seen the extremes of what Craigslist has to offer. I won't be selling anything else anytime soon.