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Okay so here's the story. About 2 years ago I started the Trading Post page on Facebook because I got tired of looking at all the stupid and Handbags and shoes and other s*** that people put on them. I made the mistake of adding a few people that I know from different parts of the country evidently. All the posts that make it onto this page have to be approved for content. Unfortunately the page got so big that I had to add a few more admins on it. So unbeknownst to me yesterday someone posted up an item for sale and I get a text this morning from Bossman asking me if I can go pick it up. it's not one that I didn't approve.
Bossman asked me to go pick it up which I'm more than happy to do because it's here local.. so I call the guy who's got it for sale to arrange picking it up will it turns out that it's his grandmother's and it's at their Farm but she tells me I need to stop by the house first so that I can pick up something that goes with it and get the paperwork. So basically boss man has swooped me in my own backyard on my own Trading Post page right out from under my nose.
Bossman asked me to go pick it up which I'm more than happy to do because it's here local.. so I call the guy who's got it for sale to arrange picking it up will it turns out that it's his grandmother's and it's at their Farm but she tells me I need to stop by the house first so that I can pick up something that goes with it and get the paperwork. So basically boss man has swooped me in my own backyard on my own Trading Post page right out from under my nose.
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