6:05 PM

i closed the shop at lightning speed, said some rushed goodbyes, and ran out the door just in time to receive a phone call from an unknown number.

"hi, my name is omar," they explained, "and you responded to a craigslist ad a few months ago."

"oh?" i asked, "what was the ad regarding?"

"well," he said, "it was regarding craigslist ads. and what you think of them. do you have a moment?"

are you kidding me?

"sure," i said, "i'm just walking home. hit me."

so we proceeded to discuss the success [or lack of success] involved in posting craigslist ads, the missed connections section, meeting strangers online, and a small amount about what it's like to be absolutely broke and live off craigslist.

it felt more like i was talking to a friend than anything else, and throughout the entire conversation i wasn't sure where we were headed-- or why we were headed where ever it was we were headed.

and then it ended.

"so where can i send you $10?" he asked.

"uh," i said, "you can paypal it to me."

that was weird.