So I put an ad into the Swedish buy and sell site, called Blocket. You see I bought a mobile phone about 6 months ago, and it turned out to be the worse phone in the universe. The Samsung Ultra 600 – a right proper piece of shit.
Anyhoo, after a few hours I got a mail from a gentleman who was interested. He haggled a bit over mail and he seemed satisfied with the new price and said he would come over tomight and pick it up.
So I came home, preparing to sell the thing, and suddenly got a bad feeling. I would be home with H9 and this strange guy I had never even talked to over the phone would come by, possibly bringing large friends with him. And I knew nothing about the dude. Nothing at all.
So I started to worry. And then I started to panic. And then I went to the hard American neighbour to fix some muscle, but he wasn’t home. And then I decided that H9 and I would sit in the bedroom, lock the doors, turn the lights off, open the balcony as an escape route and hope that the big bad telephone shopper would come by, ring the bell and then go away.
So we sat there, in slight paranoia, for 10 minutes until I checked my mail and discovered the following message from the mystery buyer:
“Nah, I talked to my brother and he said that this was a shit phone, so I won’t be coming to get it. Sorry.”
So I turned on the lights, feeling a bit silly, and vowed to remember 2 things:
1) Never invite strangers home, unless you want to shag them, and
2) Don’t ever ever get a phone that isn’t a Nokia
And Sunday is probably the time to do another Strange Shores carnival. If anybody can be arsed.