My First Sale

I posted earlier about my husband's new hobby, fixing broken TV's and how it has transformed me into a used TV salesman.

I am happy to say that we sold our first TV last week. The craigslist buyer came to the house on Friday afternoon, picked up the TV and gave me the cash. I was thrilled. Thrilled to have the money and thrilled to see the TV gone!

Friday night at 9pm my cell phone rang. It was the TV buyer. He said the TV wasn't working right. It was shutting off by itself every 15 minutes or so. My heart sank. For a second, I lost faith in my husband's TV repair skills. My husband called the guy back 10 minutes later.

Mr. Cookie spoke with the TV buyer for about 5 minutes. He asked questions about the TV, about the signal etc... Then he said "It sounds like there could be a problem with the outlet you are using. If the outlet is loose it could cause the TV to shut off automatically." He suggested that they try a different outlet and call back if it doesn't help.

Six days have passed. The TV buyer hasn't called back.

I wonder if we can send a bill for technical assistance.

And I wonder if he was having the same problem with his old TV.

A Used TV Salesman

Before I start today's post, I wanted to follow up on yesterday's post. I took my 6 year old to the pediatrician (he wasn't even the cute pediatrician!). My son has strep throat. After the pediatrician's office we stopped by the grocery store to fill his prescription. The way my 6 year old was running up and the aisles shooting his brother with an imaginary machine gun, you would never guess that he was sick. But that's what the pediatrician said. I should have asked to see the test results myself. After a day's worth of antibiotics my son was able to go to school this morning. Yay!

A Used TV Salesman... That's me. When I was a little girl and people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I said, "an astronaut" or "a scientist" or "rich and famous." I never dreamed that I would be a TV salesman. Make that a used TV salesman. But somehow that is what I've become. Or rather, that is what my husband has turned me into. (Yes, it's always his fault.)

In the last few months Mr. Cookie has started a new hobby. He likes fixing broken TV's. First he just wanted a nice TV for the family room. Something to replace the dinosaur that we've had for the last 13 years or so. He found a cheap broken one and thought it was worth a try to fix it. So he got it and fixed it. We kept it in the family room for a while. Then he found another broken one that he wanted to try fixing. The second one was bigger and better. He fixed it and we used it for a while. Now we have 10 TV's in our house. 10 TV's?!

For the last month or so I've been asking if we could sell any of these TV's that are springing up like wild mushrooms out of the carpet. He always had an excuse some reason for keeping each one. But last night he finally agreed to sell one. The big one. The biggest one we own. But he left the selling part to me. I took the picture. I created the craigslist posting. I answer the emails of interested buyers. So I have become a used TV salesman.

If you're interested in getting a pre-owned television, step right up, because I have a deal for you! And if you call in the next 15 minutes I'll also throw in this lovely remote control too!