Some People Deserve to be Named and Shamed

The proof is in the pudding. I often think the old terms and references might be lost if we don’t keep them alive by using them. Who thought this post I would be naming and shaming somebody? I still might.

The proof is in the pudding, while alluding to yeast being a raising agent. It’s a good reference to mean someone doing what they said they intended. Someone says they will do something; we take it as good; they will follow through and you only know once the deed is done. And the more they dilly-dally and piss-arse around and it isn’t done? The so-called pudding is not done. So, to speak.

Is everyone confused yet?

OK, I will context by stating since moving, I’ve had extra furniture to sell, items I no longer need or want. Furniture I’ve replaced with something I plan to keep forever and have it store things and make a statement. So, I’ve put items on the Place that is the Market. Are we all still following where this is going?

So, I put a thing, let’s call it a box? On the place that is a market. If you are not familiar. You can put your (already regretting this term) Box on the market, with measurements, a cost, a vague location and requirements on how you prefer to exchange said “box” or item for cash. And in a perfect world let’s say Jane? She messages to say, Hey! I’m curious about the box, can I come see it, give you the cash, to take it off your hands. Can you help or do I need to bring my own muscle? You may even hear from a Luke, a Maria, a Fred or help, a Gary, Mary or a Susie. All of these may be given instructions of a location close to your location, before breaking FULL PRIVACY boundaries and people may not have the appropriate method, vehicle, muscle to take said “box” I hope you all realise, the box is an item of furniture? Mmm, who thought it was something else? No, it’s furniture. Definitely.

After some back and forth with multiple people, one lovely lady coming from an hour away to look and measure the “box” She kept eyeing the item I’d bought to replace the “box” poor thing. I could see she kept looking at it. AND I laughed at her and told her I understood. I said the measly $10 (It was more, but as an example?) I’d asked for it wouldn’t put a dint in what the new purchase (the box!) had cost me. Whoever she was hard pressed to see if I would take $7.50 for it before she committed to coming to get it. Also, being very insistent getting my address. She did not get given my address and overnight she decided it was not the right size for her needs. So, annoying this lady.

But not as annoying as Jane, who several weeks after her original contact and no follow up. She messaged to inform me he was a “Genuine Buyer!” I’m sorry, did I have the shit attitude? When she reached out again, she mentioned all the other places in Melbourne she had to get to before getting to me to buy my “box” I suggested I didn’t need to know all her movements, only when I would be seeing her and that she would bring the required cash as actual cash.

The following day, the last day stated to collect and complete the transaction, Jane messaged me to inform me she would not be coming and that I seemed more interested in the $10. Then she stated her insult that I was “Uneducated and rude!” Um? Do I seem uneducated to you?

I don’t know who she thought she was? However, I went to reply with a polite but firm “You are misinformed and rude. Good day!” But she had blocked me. What a rhymes witty punt? Think I used the word “Cow” although that insults animals that are referred in some countries and have four stomachs. Worthy creatures indeed. So, I reported her and blocked her.

Oh, just an FYI, the lovely lady was Jane. The punt was Ann, the proof was definitely not in the pudding, but she proved herself something else.

I’m not a fan of using the word that rhymes with punt, but this seemed like an appropriate time to use it. What an awful human being. She didn’t deserve the item in question.

I guess people get what she deserves? Until, eventually when it finds its next home it will mean to be. I just don’t understand why people have to make it so hard?