Dear Karma Cleanser:
I had to feel sorry for the schmuck who erased all the phone numbers out of his girlfriend's Blackberry, because the same thing happened to me. I bought the phone on Craigslist (my first mistake) and had trouble with it from the beginning. I could not figure out how to turn the ring volume down or on vibrate, so I could not take it with me to dinner or into movie theaters. I did not have a manual to figure it out.
Then, when I was trying to update my address book, something got screwy and all my contacts just vanished. Gone. I threw the phone up against the wall and it busted. No more phone, no more problem, right?
With my new phone, I had to start from scratch, which meant I had to get back in touch with a whole lot of people I haven't spoken to in months or sometimes even years. It has been a ball-buster, but it's made me reach out and touch some people I wouldn't have normally contacted. So the moral of the story is: Don't complain, buddy; your girlfriend had it coming.
-- Crack-Berry Addict
Thanks for sharing, and we'll admit you had us until the strange finale of your letter. She "had it coming"? Come again? Anyway, the Karma Cleanser is more fascinated by all the cosmic foibles that seem to be emanating from the great abyss of Craigslist. Is this voracious beast a gift from the gods, or a punishment from above? Anecdotal evidence, like yours, seems to suggest a mixture of both.
Dear Karma Cleanser:
(In response to Drunken, Bitter Beer-Drinker) Relax pal, she's a heartbreaker, she did the same thing to me!
-- No Bitter, But Better
You weren't the only one who felt inclined to respond to Mr. Beer-Drinker, though your thoughts were some of the few we could actually publish. Seems the subject of the original letter, the bar-hopping babe and alleged "heartbreaker," struck a nerve with many a male reader. What a lovely Valentine's Day this must've been.
Been bad? email@example.com.
Because they are super-duper horny, of course.
Hoping he cleaned his pooh hammer before hand