From: Kijiji Reply (from *********@hotmail.com) <post@kijiji.ca>
Subject: Reply to your "NIGHTCRAWLER figure - Marvel Legends - X-Men - Toybiz" Ad on Kijiji
To: wow_iz_lol@yahoo.ca
Received: Wednesday, May 25, 2011, 12:23 PM
Hello! The following is a reply to your "NIGHTCRAWLER figure - Marvel Legends - X-Men - Toybiz" Ad on Kijiji:
From: *********@hotmail.com
Hello.
Would you consider $10 for Nightcrawler?
Thanks,
Chris
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Date: Thu, 26 May 2011 17:56:34 -0700
From: wow_iz_lol@yahoo.ca
Subject: Re: Reply to your "NIGHTCRAWLER figure - Marvel Legends - X-Men - Toybiz" Ad on Kijiji
To: *********@hotmail.com
Dear Chris,
Thank you for your email. You're much more polite than most people I know named Chris, though I only actually know two people named Chris. The first Chris, who I mention first because I met him first, was a boyhood friend who lived in the cul-de-sac in which I lived during the first eight years of my life. Chris was a bit of a dork, if I may be honest. His family was poor, particularly for that neighbourhood. I'm sure your heart goes out to him and his family, as it's hard not to feel sorry for people who struggle for the "haves" that you and I take for granted, but to be honest the problem was that his mother was trained only in the art of housewifing and his father was perpetually unemployed. His dad was something of an alcoholic (always squatting on the front porch with a dozen cans of beer strewn about his feet) and always appeared to be bruiser due to the frequent cuts and bruises on his face and forearms. My parents told me that he got his "owwies" from working on his car, but I never once saw him work on his car and he didn't even have a car to work on. I'm confident his injuries were sustained as a result of his loan shark sending lackies to "remind" him that he still owed money. Anyway, poor Chris (pun intended) generally had to settle for imitation brand toys when he would play with other kids in the neighbourhood. While I had He-Man and Skeletor, he had an imposable rubber dollar-store doll named Tough-Man. My Star Wars action figures were more than a match for his rocks and sticks taped together in a humanoid shape. But the problem with this Chris was not his socio-economic status. It was the fact that he was a lying prick. He used to always gloat about all the cool toys he had. I remember him telling me that he had the complete collection of G.I. Joe toys (including that awesome air craft carrier play set thing), but he would NEVER show me. There was always an excuse as to why he could not show me, such as the fact he was grounded from his toys or that his dad had them in the attic. I knew he was a liar but it was still funny to find out what new excuse he had for me.
The second Chris that I know used to be a douchebag. He was one of those scrawny dudes in high school who walk around with his arms out wide from his body in order to "fool" others into thinking that he is so muscular that his arms can't come closer in to his body because of his enormous lats. He also took ages in the change room after gym class fixing his hair as he could not seem to stand having even one hair out of place. I'm not sure if he is still as douchey as he was back in the day, but I recently saw him in a mall and talked to him for a few minutes. He was wearing a too-tight salmon shirt and saying "bro" a lot as he played with his sunglasses with white rims. He also has those fake balls attached to the back of his enormous gas-guzzling truck (which by the way has tinted windows and a white "Source" decal on the back).
Anyway, I apologize if you are poor or a douchebag. I know several people who are poor and a few who are douchebags, and usually the latter is also the prior. Perhaps that is why douchebags so often live in their parents' basements.
As for your inquiry, while I appreciate your offer, I must regretfully decline. I was considering your offer but then remembered that I had mentioned in the listing that the price is firm for this item. After spending about twenty minutes reflecting on the time I watched the movie "The Firm" and how confused I was after the movie was over, I decided that I would look foolish to accept an offer for an item with a firm price. Appearing foolish could seriously harm my self-esteem and I would once again have to be put on Paxil in order to be able to leave my house. I wouldn't object to popping Paxil again if not for the nasty side effects. You know, it's actually quite ironic how that drug can make my mouth feel so dry, yet cause so much sweating, nausea, and diarrhea. There was one day that I actually had all of the above. It was most unfortunate that was the day I had an interview to become a team lead for a reputable oil and gas company downtown. As I learned the hard way, interviewers frown upon frequent and pronounced passing of wind in addition to excusing oneself for repeated washroom breaks. On the bright side, it does make me chuckle to think about the mess the poor caretaker had to take care of after I'd left the washroom for the last time. The problem with explosive diarrhea is that it tends to paint more than just the bowl.
I know. Too much information.
Regards,
Dave
Thank you for your email. You're much more polite than most people I know named Chris, though I only actually know two people named Chris. The first Chris, who I mention first because I met him first, was a boyhood friend who lived in the cul-de-sac in which I lived during the first eight years of my life. Chris was a bit of a dork, if I may be honest. His family was poor, particularly for that neighbourhood. I'm sure your heart goes out to him and his family, as it's hard not to feel sorry for people who struggle for the "haves" that you and I take for granted, but to be honest the problem was that his mother was trained only in the art of housewifing and his father was perpetually unemployed. His dad was something of an alcoholic (always squatting on the front porch with a dozen cans of beer strewn about his feet) and always appeared to be bruiser due to the frequent cuts and bruises on his face and forearms. My parents told me that he got his "owwies" from working on his car, but I never once saw him work on his car and he didn't even have a car to work on. I'm confident his injuries were sustained as a result of his loan shark sending lackies to "remind" him that he still owed money. Anyway, poor Chris (pun intended) generally had to settle for imitation brand toys when he would play with other kids in the neighbourhood. While I had He-Man and Skeletor, he had an imposable rubber dollar-store doll named Tough-Man. My Star Wars action figures were more than a match for his rocks and sticks taped together in a humanoid shape. But the problem with this Chris was not his socio-economic status. It was the fact that he was a lying prick. He used to always gloat about all the cool toys he had. I remember him telling me that he had the complete collection of G.I. Joe toys (including that awesome air craft carrier play set thing), but he would NEVER show me. There was always an excuse as to why he could not show me, such as the fact he was grounded from his toys or that his dad had them in the attic. I knew he was a liar but it was still funny to find out what new excuse he had for me.
The second Chris that I know used to be a douchebag. He was one of those scrawny dudes in high school who walk around with his arms out wide from his body in order to "fool" others into thinking that he is so muscular that his arms can't come closer in to his body because of his enormous lats. He also took ages in the change room after gym class fixing his hair as he could not seem to stand having even one hair out of place. I'm not sure if he is still as douchey as he was back in the day, but I recently saw him in a mall and talked to him for a few minutes. He was wearing a too-tight salmon shirt and saying "bro" a lot as he played with his sunglasses with white rims. He also has those fake balls attached to the back of his enormous gas-guzzling truck (which by the way has tinted windows and a white "Source" decal on the back).
Anyway, I apologize if you are poor or a douchebag. I know several people who are poor and a few who are douchebags, and usually the latter is also the prior. Perhaps that is why douchebags so often live in their parents' basements.
As for your inquiry, while I appreciate your offer, I must regretfully decline. I was considering your offer but then remembered that I had mentioned in the listing that the price is firm for this item. After spending about twenty minutes reflecting on the time I watched the movie "The Firm" and how confused I was after the movie was over, I decided that I would look foolish to accept an offer for an item with a firm price. Appearing foolish could seriously harm my self-esteem and I would once again have to be put on Paxil in order to be able to leave my house. I wouldn't object to popping Paxil again if not for the nasty side effects. You know, it's actually quite ironic how that drug can make my mouth feel so dry, yet cause so much sweating, nausea, and diarrhea. There was one day that I actually had all of the above. It was most unfortunate that was the day I had an interview to become a team lead for a reputable oil and gas company downtown. As I learned the hard way, interviewers frown upon frequent and pronounced passing of wind in addition to excusing oneself for repeated washroom breaks. On the bright side, it does make me chuckle to think about the mess the poor caretaker had to take care of after I'd left the washroom for the last time. The problem with explosive diarrhea is that it tends to paint more than just the bowl.
I know. Too much information.
Regards,
Dave
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From: chris ?????? <*********@hotmail.com>
Subject: RE: Reply to your "NIGHTCRAWLER figure - Marvel Legends - X-Men - Toybiz" Ad on Kijiji
To: wow_iz_lol@yahoo.ca
Received: Friday, May 27, 2011, 11:56 AM
Dave,
If I offended you by asking for less then what you want my apologizes. I appreciate your response as it is well written and quite humours. You are a very good writer. It's the reading between the lines I do not appreciate. Please be careful with your responses as they could offend someone who may not have the same sence of humour as you.
Have a good day and thank you for your time,
Chris
Subject: RE: Reply to your "NIGHTCRAWLER figure - Marvel Legends - X-Men - Toybiz" Ad on Kijiji
To: wow_iz_lol@yahoo.ca
Received: Friday, May 27, 2011, 11:56 AM
Dave,
If I offended you by asking for less then what you want my apologizes. I appreciate your response as it is well written and quite humours. You are a very good writer. It's the reading between the lines I do not appreciate. Please be careful with your responses as they could offend someone who may not have the same sence of humour as you.
Have a good day and thank you for your time,
Chris
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Date: Fri, 27 May 2011 14:47:29 -0700
From: wow_iz_lol@yahoo.ca
Subject: Re: Reply to your "NIGHTCRAWLER figure - Marvel Legends - X-Men - Toybiz" Ad on Kijiji
To: *********@hotmail.com
From: wow_iz_lol@yahoo.ca
Subject: Re: Reply to your "NIGHTCRAWLER figure - Marvel Legends - X-Men - Toybiz" Ad on Kijiji
To: *********@hotmail.com
Dear Chris,
I apologize for offending you. You're right. Not everyone shares my sense of humour. In fact, not everyone shares my point of view in a variety of ways. In grade three, I was called down to the office in the middle of my Wednesday mathematics class because the principal wished to speak with me and my parents. I was happy to leave the class as my teacher, Mr. Symmons, took away my favourite plush toy because I was beating a girl (who I had a crush on) over the head with it during a long quiz, and I now disliked Mr. Symmons as a result. My mother was waiting in the office with the principal but my father was unable to attend the meeting because he did not wish to take the time off work, and because since the divorce, a restraining order stated that my parents were not permitted within twenty yards of each other. During the meeting, a lady named Doctor O'Shea, with whom I had weekly appointments to "work on" my issues (such as kleptomania and inappropriately touching my babysitter), entered the room. Most of what was discussed went over my head, but I recall Dr. O'Shea saying that I had something called a "self-centered disposition." Apparently that isn't that I was a selfish little twit (though I was), but rather that I tended to assume that people around me thought in the same way as I did. For example, O'Shea once showed me a picture of a sailboat on the water. For your convenience, I have provided this picture (from memory) below:
I was asked what I thought the black triangular thing was at the bottom right of the image. I was asked to draw a picture of what I thought it was. I thought it was a witch's hat. Here is a replica of what I had drawn:
She then asked me what I thought OTHER children would think the triangle was, I told her all the kids would think it was an evil green witch out to murder them. This, of course, was extremely skewed thinking. Children would come up with other ideas, such as a shark's fin, or a box floating sideways, or the mouth of Cthulhu as it tried to devour their souls.
The fact I assumed everyone would think the triangle was the same as what I thought proved I had a self-centered thought process. It is a common issue for children during the concrete operational stage of development, but clearly I still carry that flawed way of thinking with me today.
Speaking of reading between the lines, I can certainly understand how someone could misinterpret what I am saying. For example, a word as innocent as "drapery" could be harshly misconstrued when one reads between the lines:
At any rate, again I apologize for any offense. I will be sure to be more careful with what I say and how I say it in future to other people. I hope you have a great afternoon.
Regards,
Dave
I apologize for offending you. You're right. Not everyone shares my sense of humour. In fact, not everyone shares my point of view in a variety of ways. In grade three, I was called down to the office in the middle of my Wednesday mathematics class because the principal wished to speak with me and my parents. I was happy to leave the class as my teacher, Mr. Symmons, took away my favourite plush toy because I was beating a girl (who I had a crush on) over the head with it during a long quiz, and I now disliked Mr. Symmons as a result. My mother was waiting in the office with the principal but my father was unable to attend the meeting because he did not wish to take the time off work, and because since the divorce, a restraining order stated that my parents were not permitted within twenty yards of each other. During the meeting, a lady named Doctor O'Shea, with whom I had weekly appointments to "work on" my issues (such as kleptomania and inappropriately touching my babysitter), entered the room. Most of what was discussed went over my head, but I recall Dr. O'Shea saying that I had something called a "self-centered disposition." Apparently that isn't that I was a selfish little twit (though I was), but rather that I tended to assume that people around me thought in the same way as I did. For example, O'Shea once showed me a picture of a sailboat on the water. For your convenience, I have provided this picture (from memory) below:
I was asked what I thought the black triangular thing was at the bottom right of the image. I was asked to draw a picture of what I thought it was. I thought it was a witch's hat. Here is a replica of what I had drawn:
She then asked me what I thought OTHER children would think the triangle was, I told her all the kids would think it was an evil green witch out to murder them. This, of course, was extremely skewed thinking. Children would come up with other ideas, such as a shark's fin, or a box floating sideways, or the mouth of Cthulhu as it tried to devour their souls.
The fact I assumed everyone would think the triangle was the same as what I thought proved I had a self-centered thought process. It is a common issue for children during the concrete operational stage of development, but clearly I still carry that flawed way of thinking with me today.
Speaking of reading between the lines, I can certainly understand how someone could misinterpret what I am saying. For example, a word as innocent as "drapery" could be harshly misconstrued when one reads between the lines:
At any rate, again I apologize for any offense. I will be sure to be more careful with what I say and how I say it in future to other people. I hope you have a great afternoon.
Regards,
Dave
