So a friend of mine thought it would be funny to post an ad on Craigslist, without me knowing it and using my phone number, saying that i had a dozen pygmy goats available that i wanted to give away. I knew something was up when i received a text that said,”Man i know it’s late but can you tell me about those goats.” at about 1:30 am. Thinking it wasn’t going to catch on, i went to bed. Little did i know that the ad said to call or text me any time between 7 am and 12 pm. Luckily i have an Airplane mode on my phone that was able to block out the calls while i was sleeping, but it couldn’t stop the voicemails and texts that came pouring in when i turned Airplane mode off. My favorite text so far has read,”Very inter rested in a goat or several.” I’ve lost count of how many calls i’ve received today but i know it’s over 50. While wading through all the voicemails, i decided to judge who i would give the goats to if i had them. One man, we’ll call him Jeff, was very nice: “Hey buddy, i was just calling about the goats you have. We’ve got about seven acres of land and my daughters just love them. Call me back whenever is convenient for you. Thanks.” Jeff would get some goats. No doubt. Another man, let’s call him Terry, wasn’t nearly as nice: Hey i’m calling about them damn goats i saw about online. Call me back.” Terry wouldn’t get any of my imaginary goats. Calls are still coming in as i type this. coming from all over my native Georgia, Virginia, North Carolina, and California. Is there something i’m missing about these goats? Do they have magical powers? Do they make good pets? Knowing what i know now, if i ever do get a hold of some pygmy goats, the price is gonna be high. Unless you’re like Jeff. Always be a Jeff. Never be a Terry.