I swear, buying and selling horses should qualify as an Olympic sport.
Lady messages me wanting to SELL some horses. Cool. Great. Fantastic.
We chat, we make a plan, we get a deal lined up.
Then suddenly the only times she’s available are:
• Tuesday at 2:17pm
• Thursday for an 11-minute window
• And every other day when the moon is in retrograde and the wind is blowing east.
Meanwhile I’m over here juggling kids, clients, 400 messages, 50 horses, a business, and approximately zero patience. I had to reschedule, message to ask about a time, time passed and I’m busy now.
I say, “Let me see where I’m at after what I’m doing,” and apparently that translates to: Drama Level Unlocked
Next thing I know, I’m getting a paragraph about how she “owns her own barn” and how my horses are “bargain basement horses.”
Ma’am….ONE of my “bargain basement” horses are out here selling for more than what I was buying three of yours for. Please be serious.
If you’re gonna come at me, at least come with accuracy.
Moral of the story:
Some people want to sell horses.
Some people want to sell drama.
And some people really just need a snack and a nap before they hit send.
Anyway if anyone else has horses to sell and doesn’t require a blood moon appointment slot or a personality exorcism… my inbox is open.