Looks like my strike must end--for now, at least--since Tim contributed a whopping two posts in one day. Sending a big old 'atta boy your way.
Today I'm alarmed by the prices that people feel they're entitled to for their used dressers on craigslist. Off the top of my head, I bet I could build a dresser for, oh, fifty bucks. Would it be a beautiful antique dresser with curved legs and inlaid wood? Nah. But, then again, I could be sure it had never held a stranger's dirty clothes, drug stashes, adult toys, or other unmentionables. I'm not, in principle, opposed to a dresser that has held said unmentionables--but I'm also not going to pay three figures for it. Who knows what could be hiding in those particle board pores?
So, faithful craigslisters, I implore you: before you hit that "publish" button, rethink your asking price. Subtract whatever dollars you have added due to unreasonable nostalgic attachment. Then subtract five more as punishment for having that attachment--to drawers. Then publish so that I can laugh at your lack of necessary information/photography skills/grammar knowledge--and then purchase your dresser. Because I am not going to pay eighty dollars for a camouflage dresser--no matter how secretly impressed I am by the paint job.
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