Many of my Lame Adventures have been pre-planned such as events I pay to attend with a member of my posse or events I determine I must check out on my own. Other LA’s are spontaneous such as interesting sightings I discover on the street, mundane sightings I find interesting, and my favorite, serendipitous sightings. Occasionally, I get elaborate — last August 24’s Stranger’s Day stunt and humiliating follow-up (Lame Adventures 221 and 222). Recently a new first occurred, a Lame Adventure that just happened with almost a zero degree of effort from me. It truly required minimal exertion. I was in my sanctum sanctorum parked like a lump at my computer considering if I wanted to read about Demi Moore’s breakup with Ashton Kutcher until I remembered:
Me: I don’t give a rat’s ass about Demi Moore or Ashton Kutcher.
Instead, I proceeded to log onto Craigslist, click the Writing Gigs link, do a short scroll, and there it was — ding, ding, ding — the basis for this post. Click the image below and check it out.
My first thought:
Me (thinking): Huh? What’s an APT? Whatever happened to the lost art of simply spelling out what it is you mean?
My second thought:
Me (getting it): What’s this got to do with writing?
A moment later it occurred to me that I should probably feel outrage:
Me (pondering): Hm. [Insert a five-count pause to muster outrage.] What a pervert, douchebag, scumball, creep attempting to live out his chauvinistic fantasy to degrade women — and with the gaul to do so in the Writing Gigs forum!
Next, I wondered:
Me (wondering): Manhattan apartments aren’t cheap. Is this offer open to women over forty that have only gone partially to seed?
Finally, while puffing hard on my Sherlock Holmes pipe, and following a prolonged coughing fit, I had a daylight moment:
Me (with light bulb shining above head): This is probably a prank!
Does anyone out there in Lame Adventureland have an opinion? That post has been removed from CL. Clearly, they had quite an opinion.