People piss me off. My latest anti-humanity bitch is courtesy of the email I just received in response to my craigslist posting looking for tickets to see Seal at the Wiltern next week. It’s Beth’s birthday, she likes Seal; I figured I’d put it out there and see what turned up.

Numbnuts responded: Hello. I have a pair on the 18th location is FLOOR 3 Row J, and a pair on the 19th located FLOOR GA. Please call if interested or for more info at 310-XXX-XXXX. Thanks, Numbnuts.

Great, he has a pair of tickets. They sound like decent seats and they’re for my preferred night. I wonder how much he wants for them? Gosh, I don’t know because he didn’t bother including that minor bit of information. And I’m not gonna call to find out because I already know from his email that he’s going to be too painfully stupid to talk to.

He’s probably the same guy who advertises apartment rentals with square footage, amenities, number of BR and BA, pets allowed and 1st MONTH FREE … but doesn’t bother telling how much the freakin’ rent is. Also, he’s probably selling his car with a sign in the window listing the year, model and maybe even mileage … but, again, no price.

People annoy me. My price for that information? Free.