. Amongst the cards was one big ticket card known as Jace, the Mind Sculptor
, which for whatever reason was at the time selling for a minimum of $60 on ebay.com.
I undercut all the other sellers and my card quickly sold for $58 dollars. I was paid, I shipped the card, and then I soon got an email from my unsatisfied customer. Apparently the card did not meet his standards because of a crease in the corner. Behold the offending crease:
Unacceptable. But I suppose if I was paying $60 for a piece of cardstock I wouldn't want any creases in it either. And the buyer was nice enough. I refunded his money he returned the card in a more protective sleeve, and I promptly lost the card and moved to Utah.
But this is not the end of this epic tale. I found the card tucked into a letter holder above my computer when I came home for the holidays and decided to re-list it, this time specifying the crease and a no return policy. And the universe has worked in my favor because apparently Jace has appreciated and it was sold for $78 within 4 hours of being listed on ebay. So I guess this story worked out in my favor.
Bonus Story:
I went to the post office this morning to mail off the card. All the pens that were at one time chained to the counter to be used for addressing were gone (I guess some people were hard up for free pens). I didn't have one and I nice lady noticed my search for a pen and offered to let me use hers while we stood in line. I returned the pen, and then another man in line also returned a pen to her. So pretty much she was a super nice lady.
A couple minutes later a postal worker became available to assist in our shipping needs. Which we were notified of by a fourth person in line who said "They SAID next!" Which was rude, but whatever. The nice lady took her package to the counter which had not been sealed and as far as I could tell she wanted to see how much it weighed before she shipped it so she could decide if she needed to take anything out.
The following will be written in the form of a play:
Characters-
Person in Line 1 : Nice woman, who seems to have plenty of pens, and a desire to maximize her shipping dollar
Person in Line 2: Me
Person in Line 3: Another penless person
Person in Line 4: Horrible Person
Postal Worker
ACT I
Person in Line 4: She SAID next!
Person in Line 1: Oh sorry. Rushes to available window with open package.
Person in Line 4: Some people. Why can't they get their stuff ready before they get here. My package is ready. Man, I can't believe some people...
Person in Line 1: In the distance, softly, ...Yes I would just like to see how much this weighs first...
Person in Line 4: To anyone who might care to listen, ...can you believe that?
Person in Line 3: Uncomfortably agrees quietly
Person in Line 4: Why didn't you jump in front of her? To person in line 2
Person in Line 2: Its okay I'm not really in a hurry. Timidly.
Person in Line 4: Well I am. Time is money, thats what I say. Time is money. If a day that goes by without making a dollar is a day wasted, isn't that right old man? Slaps Person in Line 3 on the back, then realizes that he is not old. I mean ...middle... ...aged man. Young people don't know the value of work these days. I've worked every day of my life, whether it was shoveling crap or...
Postal Worker: Next!
Person in Line 2: Lets out a sigh of relief and proceeds to the shipping window while Person in Line 4 continues to rant. Probably about crap and/or the shoveling thereof.
ACT II Alternate Ending I
Person in Line 4: ...Young people don't know the value of work these days...
Person in Line 2: I just made $80 this morning selling this piece of cardstock, what did you do?
Person in Line 4: Shuts up.
ACT III Alternate Ending II
Person in Line 4: ...Time is money. A day that goes by without making a dollar is a day wasted...
Person in Line 2: I would rather wait an extra thirty seconds than be a jerk to that nice lady for no reason.
Person in Line 4: Shuts up.
ACT IV Alternate Alternate Ending II (Alternate Ending III)
Person in Line 2: I would rather wait an extra thirty seconds than be a jerk to that nice lady for no reason.
Person in Line 4: Follows Person in Line 2 to his car and does something violent.
THE END
So as a consequence of fearing for my life and not thinking on my feet very quickly Act I was the only thing that actually happened...
...But seriously, some people. Why can't they keep their thoughts to themselves. Or rant and rave on their own time. I mean seriously, I've gone my whole life not ranting and raving and being a jerk in the post office line. Geez...
