because I like to be random: was that your limb?

This is a real post from craigslist.

I found it in "best-of-craigslist" a week or two ago when I should have been paying better attention in Finance class. It literally took all that I had in me not to laugh to myself like a crazy person in the middle of a silent classroom.

Have you ever wasted some time checking out best-of-craigslist? It has become a guilty pleasure of mine when I need a good laugh and my husband isn't close at hand. Because he is always good at that :]

This one is killer. Read it.


Was that your limb? - w4m
Date: 2009-06-25, 2:18AM EDT

I was running to catch the 9 train, early in the morning tuesday. Apparently I wasn't the only one: I saw you down the subway stop ahead of me. You were sprinting, and collided with a support column. Your prosthetic arm flew off, and you kept running.

You made the train, and I did not. All that was left was your lovely arm, glistening from the summer humidity. It smelled of pine and saddleneck oil.

I have it now, in my living room. It's sitting in a hallway basket, with some umbrellas and a digeridoo. Contact me: I'd like to meet the rest of you.
-Susan