YSaC, Vol. 1320: I want it all, and I want it now.
wanting motorhome
===== read all information first so there wont be any confusing between what i want.. to what im selling=========== im looking for a good size motor home or maybe trailer but seller will most likely have to deliver trailer to location do to family vehicle to small and has rust . motoor home or trailer will be a semi permanent or full living everything must be in working order and seller must be welling to take payments and a price i can pay off quickly and the motor home or trailer will be seen in person . send pics and contact information . and plz dont email if i am selling a rv
Wait, I’m confusing. How am I supposed to know if you are selling an RV or not, so I know whether or not to email you?
And, since we here at YSaC are all about helping people,* I think we may have a possible match made in heaven.
Thanks (again!) Mackenzie!
*This is .. oh, you know.
Plz red all b4 redding importnt iz. I wanna purfct job. it job be payd large and worked smal. workd iz no hours iz smal hrs none. is car broked no driv you wurk. muz be hom. big payd muz beed. canut go job, bring 2 me to see if i wurk theyre will. call me if serch.
Trailer I want to buy.
Rules with which you must comply:
Deliver it to my spot,
And it should not cost a lot.
And don’t send any emails to me
If I’m selling that old RV.
I’m so clueless, but I think I’m
King of Craigslist.
You pushing a broom are
Cigars, short but not too big around
To smoke are finding
Aware of all hobosigns you have become.
Much missing late Roger Miller am I.
His music still available lucky is.
Yoda today channeling the Cap’n is.
[corey for above]About to leave into hour 41 this week. If I am very lucky, I might get to leave at four, and only have a 48 hour week. My compensation is salaried, so, all those hours after the first 40 are unpaid. Benefits: None. Commute: Long, right at 500 miles per week, somewhere between 12 and 15 hours’ driving. Which is why I have no time (and less energy) to chase p/t income. Oh, and the work is only tangentially related to my career path.
It’s bad enough that merely finding something thirty miles’ closer would be worth it, even an hourly position at $8 (dollar an hour raise, really, and that, before the commute).
At least I’m not trying to find portable housing to park someplace, as long as someone else delivers it. Which will be interesting when the vehicle requires an annual inspection for po’ old Spark. Oops.
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I feel ya, Cap’n. My degree: Sociology and pre-law. My current job: Shipping and logistics. My commute=40 minutes one way, a total of 250 miles for a five day week. At least I’m hourly and I do get paid for overtime – and I’m working Sat and Sun.
At least you can say you’re NOT Sparkified, you do contribute, and you keep on truckin’. Never say die, my brother.
On my way to the production floor to fight with the foreman re WHY AIN’T MY SHIPMENT DONE YET!!!
Rat-hubby currently drives half an hour to the office, then an hour to site, having picked up the site vehicle and team. And the journey to site takes him past home. He’s out of the house for 12 hours, to do a 7.5 hour day on site. No wonder he’s knackered when he gets home 🙁
Wait! If he has an RV and wants a motor home… maybe he should contact HIMSELF! That would be great, because then there’s no problem moving the thing to the new location, or seeing it in person. I guess the only problem is setting up a payment schedule…
“Sparky, we need to have a talk about this month’s payment – it’s late again.”
“But Sparky, I sent it out just last week! It must have gotten lost in the mail.”
“That’s an outright lie! I know for a fact that I used that money to take Lurleen out to the Frog-Gigging Festival two counties over, so don’t try to pull the wool over my eyes.”
“I had to take her out, she caught me messing around with her cousin and was going to leave me. You know I can’t cook nor do the washing for myself.”
“That’s your problem, not mine. You should have budgeted better, maybe cut out all that beer.”
“Give up beer? Now you’re just talking crazy.”
Yes, my camper IS a permanent living arrangement. And this is kind of an unusual request, but, sure, I’ll let you see it in person. But you’ll probably have to give me gas money to get back home, otherwise I’ll just live in your driveway.
Hey, I think we have the basis for a sit com here! 8)
Hehe..I see what you did there^^^.
Is a sit com like a comic con, only different?
Home, home for the strange, where the beer and the alcohol play,
Where seldom is seen Sparky with self-esteem,
And the motoor heads frolic all day.
Little known fact: The first draft of the Spice Girls’ “What I want” song was about trying to get an RV for $20. Later, they removed all the references to RVs and replaced them with gibberish.
Quick! Name all of them!
There was Scary, Posh, Baby, Sneezy, Dopey, Lazy, Brainy, um…
Wasn’t there one with a white beard that everyone called Papa? And if there was, how weird was that!
They were called Sulky, Freaky, Tarty, Butch and The Mekon.
As is well known.
Is “The Mekon” Brit-talk for “skank”?
Emma Bunton was The Mekon, due to her rather large forehead. I didn’t come up with that nickname, by the way, but the other four are definitely mine.
I also didn’t think up the nicknames for The Corrs (Shouty, Sticky, Fiddly and Ken) but wish I had.
Waiti, I have to deliver the trailer all the way to Location? Can’t we just meet halfway, say, in Ish?
“What are you looking at, Clark?”
“Oh, the silent majesty of a winter’s morn… the clean, cool chill of the holiday air… an asshole in his bathrobe, emptying a chemical toilet into my sewer.”
Ah, my favorite RV/mobile home quote of all time.
Shitter was full!
“do to family vehicle to small and has rust .”
What did Sparky do to the family vehicle to make it small and rusty?
Sparky washed the car with hot water. Oxidaisy!
Just curious: I wonder if we’ll be seeing Funny Pipe poster again, the new guy from yesterday. I thought he was hun-, um, “cute”.
And ridged for your “amusement”.
Yeah? Well, if “cute”=”Lot’s of pipe”, you know where to find me…
And you’ll hear none of that prissy “for de ladies” crap from me…
Well, FP, I personally think you are da BOMB!
And, hey! There ain’t nothing wrong with a little bacon on the side.
Bomb? Where? Who said bomb?!
Even if this weren’t poorly written, there’s still the fact that Sparky is trying to get someone to sell him a motor home (or a trailer (delivered)) on a *payment plan.* A motor home (or trailer) that he intends to live in full-time, presumably on a lot that’s currently vacant, apart from his small, rusted-out family vehicle.
Or else he intends to take delivery at a local park/campground, reassuring the seller that he will, in fact, be there for the next x-many months to finish paying off his new motor home. (Or in the case of a trailer, he’ll also assure them that he doesn’t have a capable towing vehicle, conveniently parked out of site. Nope, just this here small, rusty family vehicle.) “Leave the state? Wouldn’t think of it! My parole officer would have something to say about that.”
Wraith is on to something.
In the present economy, with the unemployment cutting through every strata, not merely the young & unskilled, but people with experience and skill–and, families.
Which makes it very complicated for Junior to just come and move back into his old room at the folks’ place, not with a spouse and 2.3 offspring.
Which means, Junior may have only his rusted-out old winterbeater–the wife using the working car to go to p/t employment. So, the trailer (or [semi-mobile] RV) gets turned into the “family quarters” next to the garage.
Or, more specifically, one extension cord length to an outlet; a hose-length to a hosebib or sillcock. What is almost always missing is a suitable connection from the sanitary holding tank (and far, far, too many using flexible drain pipe to the city storm sewer system).
Those highly problematic utilities connections are gaining ever more attention from Building Inspectors and Code Compliance people. But, any violation citation tends to be a lose/lose. City looks awful for being mean to the unemployed; neighbors have the house next door burn down after one too many days trying to pull 220VAC through three daisy-chained $4 extension cords; or potable water connections are tainted; or the storm sewer backs up . . .
Sigh.
Dave, you realize you are developing a box habit? And don’t try to tell me the ferrets led you into this. Tsk Tsk. Punchity Punch Punch!
Good Morning, Ish!