So my notoriously spontaneous roommate, Alex, came up to me a few days ago out of the blue and informed me that she was buying a car - her dream car, to be exact - from a seller on craigslist. Of course, less than two weeks before Fanime, I’m thinking she must be crazy, but she usually has thought these things out, regardless of how spontaneous they seem. So after I was sure the purchase had been made, since she’d been on the phone several times and set numerous emails back and forth to the seller, I decided to ask when we should be expecting said “dream car.” She turned nonchalantly in her chair and said, “we won’t.” I looked at her in shock. This was the car she would never shut up about, the one that stole her attention from anything she was doing prior. It left me in a state of, well, blind-sided-ness, considering she’s usually a little more melodramatic about let-downs such as this. But no, no agonized cry, no punching the wall, no anxiety or panic attack, no lashing out. Just that blank, calm, and almost smug stare. And then she promptly said, “I contacted the police. They’ve actually been after his account number for quite some time now.”
“Yeah, I knew the guy was a fake, so I had him transfer the selling post to eBay and had them give me his account information then handed it off to the police. At first, I wasn’t completely sure that he was in fact the guy they were looking for, so I figured if nothing worked, I’d get a car out of it.”
I live with freaking Sherlock Holmes.
P.S. Those of you in GB - yes, this actually happened.