you know those movies where people end up doing illegal shit and its a comedy with a happy ending even though they were committing felonies? part of selling servers on craigslist led to some weird shit.
started with someone reaching out and what started as a normal conversation about wanting to build out a homelab became a proposal. yea, a proposal. i dont know what else to call it. lets call this dude jack. jack needs a server to store his shit. ok cool. we align on specs, pricing, arrange a time to meet, i build out his custom config, send pics, hes stoked, im happy, all is good…
id always meet people in public because i dont want to be murdered. it is craigslist after all. so im sitting in a parking lot early on a sunday morning and this black maxima pulls up with tinted windows. maybe its wrong of me to assume, but that shouldve been my first indication. guy gets out of the car and usually these interactions last a few minutes. i give the server, i get paid, shake hands, depart. sometimes people want to chat, shoot the shit, ask questions, all good shit.
jack had other plans. dare i say i was bamboozled. bam-fucking-boozled.
we get to chatting and things are normal until it goes sideways. i dont remember the exact conversation but it went from hey how are you to
help me sell my weed with your servers?
what?
you know, when you sell a server, try and sell them some weed too? i can sell you the weed and you can resell it?
uhm. no?
we could make a lot of money.
no thanks man. im good.
we could really grow this out. it could be something BIG. btw the dude was like 4ft tall and resembled an elf. the fact he kept talking about BIG things was pretty funny.
there we stood. in silence. at a pass. him slowly realizing i really wont sell his weed. me realizing ill be able to get coffee soon.
he gets in his car, starts it, and drives off… without the server. and me, thinking how dumb it is to try and sell weed in this day and age.
to be clear i dont have a problem with weed. i have a problem with with the dumbass proposition. its pretty much legal every fucking where now anyway, or at least through a medical card, so why the fuck would anyone buy weed off some stranger like its the old days when you could walk into a store and take your pick from premium grade shit? it seemed like one of those timeshare offers where the people buying it know its a bad idea, the people selling it know its a bad idea, but somehow people keep fucking buying them.
over the next several weeks jack continuously sent me texts trying to get it going until i blocked him. he was simply not getting there was nothing to get going. how did he really think that would go? yea, sure, lets team up? lol. i think not.