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The other day, on Facebook, in one of the “Buy Nothing” type of groups, which I have mentioned previously, I shared a short story as a preface to an offer I was posting. For those that don’t know about Buy Nothing groups on Facebook, the idea is that people post their no longer needed items (some are brand new but never opened) and gift them for free to other members who reply and members can also post things that they are needing/wanting to get for free. I’m amazed at how well it works. I’ve gotten an awful lot of things totally free and I have gifted many things. However, sometimes things fall apart when members are a little less than careful. That’s what happened to me recently and I posted about it in the group as a funny thing that can happen. Then I offered the item I had accidentally ended up with. Here’s the post:

“Long post. Bear with me. This is an offer but more importantly, a gentle note about pictures posted with offers. When you take a picture to post with an item you are offering, please take an extra look at it to make sure it is representative of the item. You know what it is but will others? In December I responded to an offer for an item I thought was a bench. I thought it was perfect for my grandsons to sit on. The listing didn’t say what the item was. It just asked if anyone wanted “this” and was accompanied by a picture which I now know was not a full picture of the front of the item. She didn’t mean to fool anyone and I should have asked for specifics. She delivered and left it where I asked her to but I didn’t see this bench! It’s not a child size bench. It’s a desk! Because I have no room for it, the desk sits outside my front door, blocking the passage. I literally have no room in or outside my house. It’s my fault. But it would have helped if the picture had been a little better. So if anyone needs a DESK, I have this one. I’ll try to get better pictures in daylight.”

I figured it was funny and a “teachable moment” but one woman wasted no time in letting me know that I could have listed the desk as an offer and skipped the story. And she was rather rude about how she worded her comment. When I read her comment I was upset. She was pretty rude. My first instinct was to fire back an equally rude comment. However, that’s not really like me and I didn’t recognize her name so I figured she was a newer member (it turns out she has only been in the group for a week). I decided that I would leave it alone and if others agreed that it was unnecessary, I would delete it but I figured what was most likely to happen is that people would see her meanness and comment on that. So I bit my lip; sat on my hands; and pretty much moved away and closed Facebook entirely so I wouldn’t be tempted to respond to her comment. An hour later, I got notifications about activity on that post. I went to look. What I found was that I was right. People saw her comment as mean and snooty and let her have it. No fewer than nine people came to my defense and said the post was valuable for the lesson/reminder about both the photos that accompany items and about being more specific when we list items and when we reply to them. Yay! I didn’t have to say one word.

I learned that I should not be too thin skinned and that mean people should be left alone because no one wants to play with a mean person. In fact, several people that commented on her comment specifically said they would be reluctant to gift to her because of her attitude.

So I am trying to come around and read blogs and check in on some of my old readers that I seem to have lost track of but I also have several things I want to post. So, I will be back.

Have a great day!

Note: Today is National Word Nerd Day! Go learn a new word, play a word game, or write some of your own words!

 

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Instead of complaining or going into the continuing sag of my healthcare situation, let’s do something different.

Spencer, who is now a fresh four year old, is obsessed dismantling anything and everything in sight, especially when there is a screwdriver involved. No matter where the screwdrivers are hidden from him, he climbs up (often up a chair, a ladder, and the counter) to reach the screwdriver. So the other day, I was watching them, all three of them. The oldest and youngest are easy to watch. And then there is Spencer. He wanted  to go outside to play but it was raining so it was a big no. There is a small deck off of my daughter’s bedroom  that they can play and can’t get down into the yard. So he said he was going to play in mommy’s room. Then it was too quiet. I went to check on him and he was inside the door “working” on something. It turned out that he had a screwdriver and had unscrewed the handle/lock to the glass slider.  Completely gone. He knew that wasn’t good so I think he was trying to put it back before he was discovered. He couldn’t do it and to make matters worse, instead of putting the pieces together, he threw them into the yard which is full of yucky leaves from a long winter, yucky-wet-molding leaves.

Then there was the next day. Again a rainy day so they couldn’t go out to play and again I had all three of them. Spencer went to play in his room and after twenty minutes Anderson went to go check on him. He ended up staying in there and I could hear and see they were doing fine. Ten minutes later I hear them at the door to their room. It seemed they couldn’t get out. I went to check and this is what Spencer had done:

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They were locked in their room and he couldn’t figure out how to get the doorknob back on so they could get out. I told them had to wait until their dad got home in a half hour and I called their dad. So I kept checking on them to make sure they were okay. I was actually afraid Spencer would climb out the window to get out of the room, and he just potty trained and got used to running around the house with no clothes on so he was naked. Not a good thing if he climbed out the window. So I kept checking and calling them to the door so I could see they were okay. THEN…there was a loud banging at the door and of course I was changing the baby’s diaper so I couldn’t get it right away. It was the property manager. She yelled at me because the kids were “hanging out the window” and throwing trash outside. I explained what had happened and that their father was on his way home to get them out. She is very rude and kept yelling in my face, so close I could feel her spittle. I knew she was going to go yell at the kids so I closed the door and ran to their room and told them to close the window and stay away from it. And yes, she was yelling at them and made them cry, just like she had made me cry. Soon their dad was home and all was taken care of but it was a week ago and I am still shaking when I think about it.

And today I have to go talk to her. I really dislike talking to her. Sometimes she is the nicest person and at others she is the wicket witch.

Wish me luck.

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