We had an email waiting this morning. It had several blurred screen shots, several paragraphs of broken English and a declaration that the would be purchaser would only pay £30 for postage and packing. We deciphered the note, calculated the cost of the parcel and found that it was going to cost a lot more than £30.
The trouble is that some people fixate on the P&P, ignore the fact that eBay charge us commission and fees on our postage costs and don’t appreciate that if we are sending a parcel with £400 of goods in it we want to insure it.
On top of that, this is now the ninth message we have had from him this week and the 22nd we have had this year. Not one of them has actually resulted in a sale. The problem is that as soon as you say yes to one of his irksome suggestions/demands he starts with another.
It’s £400, some of the stuff has been hanging around for a while, and the idea of making the sale is quite attractive. However, the sale is only good if you actually get the money. If anything goes wrong, eBay will undoubtedly side with the buyer and we will end up losing £400 plus postage fees. It’s easier, as I pointed out, to save postage and the labour of packaging and arguing, and just flush £400 down the toilet.
Some deals, as was pointed out to me as a young man working in sales, are simply not worth the effort. It seems counter-intuitive but I made one or two of those sales, including one where I lost the company £7,000 (which was a lot of money 30 years ago) and that always comes back to haunt me.
In summary – today was a day of frustration, annoyance and ghosts from the past.
We had veggie burgers (which we ended up buying from the shop rather than making) for tea, in nice fresh cobs, and I enjoyed them. We also had chocolate brownies as Julia saw them whilst shopping. Then we slept in front of the TV. Is this, I ask myself, where all that hope and ambition ended up?
I suspect there may be a poem concealed within that thought.
For some reason, whilst snoozing, I dreamed of cream teas.
Sounds a good basis for a poem to me.
There are worse ways of ending a day than by dreaming of cream teas. (I had a chocolate eclair this morning in real life.)
Even now, when all supermarkets seem to have them, I can’t help thinking that a day with a chocolate eclair is a special day! 🙂
It does sound like a scam. Dreaming of cream teas sounds more pleasant. 🙂
Agreed. A cream yea merely damages my waistline . . . 🙂
Surely a scam
That is one of our thoughts. A fairly common scam attempt is the “production company” that needs gold coins or old fifty pound notes (still redeemable at the bank for £50) for a film. Always ask on Friday and offer to send a courier and have to pay in some complicated way . . . It’s all designed to put you off balance so you agree without thinking.