Cedar Rapids Buy: Sell Trade 2

"I'm Elias," he panted, glancing at the SUV, which was now idling suspiciously at the curb. "I've got the cash. And a very empty living room."

“Is this still available?” he had messaged fourteen days ago. “Yes. Price is firm,” Barb had replied, her profile picture a stern-looking Tabby cat. cedar rapids buy sell trade 2

He opened the app one last time, not to buy, but to fulfill the sacred ritual. He found his original comment on Barb’s post and typed the two most satisfying words in the English language: "I'm Elias," he panted, glancing at the SUV,

But today, the notification was a price drop. The "firm" $400 had withered to $150. In the world of local Facebook groups, this was the dinner bell for sharks. “Yes

He got home, hauled the heavy teak piece up three flights of stairs, and set it against his wall. It was perfect. He took a photo, the late afternoon sun hitting the wood grain just right.

Elias felt his heart sink. But then, Barb smiled—a rare, thin line. "But she didn't ask if it was still available every three days for two weeks. Consistency counts for something in this town."

Five minutes later, the credenza was strapped into the truck bed. As Elias pulled away, he saw the SUV driver staring at him with pure, unadulterated Marketplace envy.