Monday, April 27, 2009

My Latest Love/Hate


Well, not eBay exactly. The morons who inhabit it.

Not that they're confined to eBay, the morons, but that's where I'm encountering them of late.

Now I feel I'm selling eBay short. [Hey, a pun. Go figure!]

I've made a bit of cash turning my trash into someone else's treasures. [Come on, eBay, pay me for a testimonial.] I've been killing time doing this the last couple of months, along about the time that Goodwill stopped accepting toys and stuffed animals as donations.

It's been fun. Really. I know that sounds silly, but I also enjoy watching first graders play basketball, so what's that tell you?

Others want in on the fun. We've sold some Fisher-Price Little People, some Build-a-Bear Workshop formerly loved animals and some other random items.

It's selling some of Eldest's Xbox games that the nuttiness begins. The buyer, who says she'll pay a total of $13 (including shipping) for Battlefield: Bad Company, sends me a note immediately after having won:

i am really sorry but i cant buy this it was my son who bet on this item and i told him not to but he still did

I was unreasonably ticked, but what are you going to do? I mean, you can't go make the dough-head mother pay for it, right? [Or counsel her about giving her son access to her password and user name or computer, for that matter.]

So I give it to the guy with the second-highest bid, who pays a grand total of something like $12.43 within moments of being offered the game.

Guess who made a payment at 4:36 this morning? Yeah, the dough-head who said she wasn't going to buy it.

I'm going to keep my suspicions (mostly) to myself. Like that she planned all along for this to happen so now she can go whinging to eBay that she didn't get her product. Like she knew I gave it to the second person because she probably continued to watch that item. Like she's just some whackjob out there.

I sent her a note. Want to know what it said?

How dare you say you can't pay and then make a payment days later. The item is no longer available to you, obviously, as you said you can't buy it.

And then I sent it all over to the powers-that-be at eBay, figuring they're far more cut out for customer service than I will ever be.

Now, let me get back to the love/hate things in my real life. Like idiots who park in the drop-off circle at school or people who go in the express lane at grocery stores with more items than permitted.


josie2shoes said...

I never cease to be amazed by the crap people will pull, and then become indignant when you don't fall for their game. I think you handled this just right!

Momisodes said...

Wow. This lady sounds like a piece of work. I'm so sorry you encountered this on eBay. I think you did the right thing, and I hope she gets reprimanded or something. I've actually been thinking of selling a few things on there instead of Craigslist.

Petunia said...

I feel your pain. Most ebayers are great, but a few are super the ones who send you a lot of detailed questions about an item and then never bid on it.

Lori said...

totally sounds like a scam to me!Hope she gets banned from Ebay.

D... said...

You have to watch the ebay scammers. I was scammed once. :( But have had hundreds of wonderful experiences. I'm sure you kept all correspondence with this woman in case she does try something. Stupid, stupid woman, that one.

Caloden said...

I had no idea there was such a thing as Ebay scammers. Wow, that's horrid. Of course I only got whiff of a little thing called swine flu when I happened to be on the phone with a friend from Mexico City...

Coal Miner's Granddaughter said...

I hate all of it. Flea markets, garage sales, eBay, all of it. It's this whole, "You're crap is worthless to me until I have it in the trunk of my car and I've driven off, laughing maniacally that I have paid you only $0.50 for it!"

I pretty much just leave it on the curb for the illegal immigrants to pick through. It's better that way.


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