EBay: You have my permission to NOT require immediate payment if I don't have a Buy It Now price.
I get it!
Just, if you could, in the future, pretend I un-clicked the box requiring immediate payment when I flip an item to online auction or, better yet, un-click it yourselves. I am certain you have some intern somewhere on your campus that has the html ability to fix this obvious logic trap. 20-minutes of coding could save thousands of man-hours per day across the world as every F-ing eBay seller goes back to fix their flagrant listing errors over and over and over again.
Either we are all retarded... Or your new listing tool is clumsy, inefficient and a giant waste of time. Nah... its probably just us.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
I want a Puppy
- gheorgheceh:
i want to by 10 braeburn 1000 for 10.99 each
- Response:
I want a puppy for Christmas. I can't wait to see who gets their wish first... I bet its me.
Friday, June 10, 2011
I feel better already
I've already bitch slapped a codbag and haven't even had a cup of coffee yet.
Transcript follows:
From: kenny093
Subject: Other: kenny093 sent a message about Snap-On Tool Box Rolling Cabinet Classic 78 Royal Blue #120735109251
Sent Date: Jun-09-11 20:20:40 PDT
Will you please consider taking $1200 for this box? I see that it is already crated. If you could drop it off at a local fed ex hub I would handle the charges from there. Thank you for your consideration.
- kenny093
My response:
I'm not sure I'm following your logic here. It seems like you are asking me to sell you a $4500 tool box for less than my starting bid price, and then personally drive it to the local Fed-Ex terminal so you can avoid any margin I might have built into the shipping.
Hmmmm. How about NO!
And before you respond with, "Well it doesn't hurt to ask." Let me tell you that it actually does. I just added you to my blocked bidder list and added you to my list of Cod Bags on codbag.com so other right-minded sellers won't accidentally sell to you.
Have a great day!
I've already bitch slapped a codbag and haven't even had a cup of coffee yet.
Transcript follows:
From: kenny093
Subject: Other: kenny093 sent a message about Snap-On Tool Box Rolling Cabinet Classic 78 Royal Blue #120735109251
Sent Date: Jun-09-11 20:20:40 PDT
Will you please consider taking $1200 for this box? I see that it is already crated. If you could drop it off at a local fed ex hub I would handle the charges from there. Thank you for your consideration.
- kenny093
My response:
I'm not sure I'm following your logic here. It seems like you are asking me to sell you a $4500 tool box for less than my starting bid price, and then personally drive it to the local Fed-Ex terminal so you can avoid any margin I might have built into the shipping.
Hmmmm. How about NO!
And before you respond with, "Well it doesn't hurt to ask." Let me tell you that it actually does. I just added you to my blocked bidder list and added you to my list of Cod Bags on codbag.com so other right-minded sellers won't accidentally sell to you.
Have a great day!
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Blue Hairs Love Greyhound
You old farts are starting to piss me off!
Its about once a week now that I get some 90-year-old eBayer e-mailing me, "This shipping seems high. Would you consider dropping this off at the local Greyhound station... They just put it in with the luggage."
Wow! Really? You are so creative! No I never thought of using a 97-year-old technology to save 20 bucks on shipping. That's a great idea! Let me just finish this Sarsaparilla, hop in the ole' Studebaker and run on down to the local depot with this parcel. But wait, gas doesn't cost 11-cents per gallon anymore, does it? And my time? Well its not free either is it? No it is not. So you see its actually costing me about 50 bucks in time and fuel to save you 20... Awesome.
You know what else Greyhound is cheaper than? Air transportation. So here's an idea for you. You should totally hop a Greyhound, plop your wrinkly ass in a window seat next to a welfare family from Chicago and cruise 1800 miles to here, the most northwest corner of the continental United States to pick your shit up. Don't forget to have someone in your trailer park water your petunias while your gone. You may also want to pack some Geritol and a shitload of Depends. There's like 2-inches of leg-room on those buses and the toilets notoriously back-up.
Its about once a week now that I get some 90-year-old eBayer e-mailing me, "This shipping seems high. Would you consider dropping this off at the local Greyhound station... They just put it in with the luggage."
Wow! Really? You are so creative! No I never thought of using a 97-year-old technology to save 20 bucks on shipping. That's a great idea! Let me just finish this Sarsaparilla, hop in the ole' Studebaker and run on down to the local depot with this parcel. But wait, gas doesn't cost 11-cents per gallon anymore, does it? And my time? Well its not free either is it? No it is not. So you see its actually costing me about 50 bucks in time and fuel to save you 20... Awesome.
You know what else Greyhound is cheaper than? Air transportation. So here's an idea for you. You should totally hop a Greyhound, plop your wrinkly ass in a window seat next to a welfare family from Chicago and cruise 1800 miles to here, the most northwest corner of the continental United States to pick your shit up. Don't forget to have someone in your trailer park water your petunias while your gone. You may also want to pack some Geritol and a shitload of Depends. There's like 2-inches of leg-room on those buses and the toilets notoriously back-up.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Introducing Greg, the Uber-Codbab
I need to take a couple deep breaths before I even start writing. I have a guy who has reached such incredible heights in codbaggery that it makes my brow furl and my cheeks burn every time I think about him. OK, I'm better.
Several weeks ago when we got in a Kona Ute Cargo Bike. (First of all, if you have never seen one of these, you gotta check them out. It’s a freakish cross between a pick-up truck and a mountain bike.)
So these things retail for about a grand. Ours had a couple minor issues (scratches and a missing pannier) so I listed it for $750 and threw it on craigslist. Three hours later… nibble, nibble, strike! I’ve got a codbag on the line. First this douche attempts the uninterested simpleton approach. “How much does that bike usually sell for?... Wow that seems like a lot for a bike. But yours is like damaged and stuff. Are you negotiable on the price? I have a long way to drive.” Blah, blah, blah. Of course this isn’t my first time on the merry-go-round, so I give him the standard, “I am pretty firm on the price. Why don’t you come by and take a look? “
Two hours later I hear one of my sales people struggling on the phone with somebody about the same bike. He cups the receiver and whispers, “This guy says he found a brand-new Ute in Tacoma for $650 and wants to know if we’ll come down on the price.” You should know that I grew up downwind of a dairy farm I can detect the smell of bullshit at 2 parts per million. This particular phone call reeked of it. So I responded (loud enough to be overheard,) “Tell him to buy one for himself and as many more as they will sell him. I’ll buy them all for $700 each. That’s a $50-profit for him and $50 for me.”
“Uh, he wants to talk to you.”
I snatched the phone and, Surprise! it’s the dill-hole from earlier. But he had acquired a miraculous new knowledge of bicycles. It seems, rather than not knowing anything about them, he was actually in the business of buying, repairing, modifying and reselling bikes for a profit. To his credit he stuck to his story about the low-ball comp and offered me $400 for a brand-newish, thousand-dollar bike. At this point I was simply annoyed and repeated my offer to buy every new Ute he could bring me for $700. He obviously wasn’t much of a businessman because a guaranteed 7.7% profit is a pretty good deal. Instead he recycled the same story 3 different ways, upped his offer to $500, claimed he was doing me a favor by removing a dead piece of inventory and blah, blah, blah. Finally I had had enough and erupted on him. I will paraphrase here: “Listen goddamn it. We both know you are lying out your ass. There is no $650 bike and I’m not going to sell you this one for $500 so all you are really doing is wasting my time. I may sell this bike for less than $750, but not to you. Your price is $750 FIRM! You can come up here and buy it or you can go to hell. I have no preference either way. “ and Click! I handed the phone back to my wide-eyed sales guy, received a high-five from an old dude who had been shopping nearby in the store. I smugly returned to my office, pleased to have called a spade a spade to his face.
But wait. There’s more.
This morning, while I was out, a guy walked into the store and acted genuinely interested in the UTE. He asked my people air up the tires and took it for a 10-minute test ride. He came back and had them find a tire gauge because something didn’t feel right, adjusted the pressure and then took another spin around the block. (As you may have guessed, it was my CodBag). When he returned, he said he would take it for $500. My salesperson wisely rebuffed saying the price wasn’t negotiable, sighting the current retail price. He countered with a $650 comp from a local bike shop. So my gal picked up the phone with him standing right there and called the bike store. (Coincidentally it was the same shop that does all our minor repairs.) OOOPS. The store didn’t even sell that bike, but if we wanted to special order one, they could have one delivered next week for $1195.
Time for a new tact I guess. As if he had anticipated this, the guy reached into his back pocket and pulled out a Meriam Webster definition of Liquidation he had printed out at home. I guess he figured he could mind-fuck us into giving him a better deal. He proceeded to walk around the store pointing out items that were, in his opinion, unreasonably close to retail.
God, how I wish I would have been there. I might have actually been able to knock a codbag out. I’m talking teeth on the curb, Ed Norton style, American History X take down. What a piece of work! But alas, I was nowhere to be found. Instead my sales gal killed him with transparently annoyed kindness and wished him a good day on his way out the door.
So the long and short of this story is, if you know someone who needs a sweet-ass Cargo bike I’ve got one. The price is negotiable to everyone except Greg from Tacoma, WA. Greg, your price is $1194.99. (A penny below retail.) I AM a liquidator after all.
Several weeks ago when we got in a Kona Ute Cargo Bike. (First of all, if you have never seen one of these, you gotta check them out. It’s a freakish cross between a pick-up truck and a mountain bike.)
So these things retail for about a grand. Ours had a couple minor issues (scratches and a missing pannier) so I listed it for $750 and threw it on craigslist. Three hours later… nibble, nibble, strike! I’ve got a codbag on the line. First this douche attempts the uninterested simpleton approach. “How much does that bike usually sell for?... Wow that seems like a lot for a bike. But yours is like damaged and stuff. Are you negotiable on the price? I have a long way to drive.” Blah, blah, blah. Of course this isn’t my first time on the merry-go-round, so I give him the standard, “I am pretty firm on the price. Why don’t you come by and take a look? “
Two hours later I hear one of my sales people struggling on the phone with somebody about the same bike. He cups the receiver and whispers, “This guy says he found a brand-new Ute in Tacoma for $650 and wants to know if we’ll come down on the price.” You should know that I grew up downwind of a dairy farm I can detect the smell of bullshit at 2 parts per million. This particular phone call reeked of it. So I responded (loud enough to be overheard,) “Tell him to buy one for himself and as many more as they will sell him. I’ll buy them all for $700 each. That’s a $50-profit for him and $50 for me.”
“Uh, he wants to talk to you.”
I snatched the phone and, Surprise! it’s the dill-hole from earlier. But he had acquired a miraculous new knowledge of bicycles. It seems, rather than not knowing anything about them, he was actually in the business of buying, repairing, modifying and reselling bikes for a profit. To his credit he stuck to his story about the low-ball comp and offered me $400 for a brand-newish, thousand-dollar bike. At this point I was simply annoyed and repeated my offer to buy every new Ute he could bring me for $700. He obviously wasn’t much of a businessman because a guaranteed 7.7% profit is a pretty good deal. Instead he recycled the same story 3 different ways, upped his offer to $500, claimed he was doing me a favor by removing a dead piece of inventory and blah, blah, blah. Finally I had had enough and erupted on him. I will paraphrase here: “Listen goddamn it. We both know you are lying out your ass. There is no $650 bike and I’m not going to sell you this one for $500 so all you are really doing is wasting my time. I may sell this bike for less than $750, but not to you. Your price is $750 FIRM! You can come up here and buy it or you can go to hell. I have no preference either way. “ and Click! I handed the phone back to my wide-eyed sales guy, received a high-five from an old dude who had been shopping nearby in the store. I smugly returned to my office, pleased to have called a spade a spade to his face.
But wait. There’s more.
This morning, while I was out, a guy walked into the store and acted genuinely interested in the UTE. He asked my people air up the tires and took it for a 10-minute test ride. He came back and had them find a tire gauge because something didn’t feel right, adjusted the pressure and then took another spin around the block. (As you may have guessed, it was my CodBag). When he returned, he said he would take it for $500. My salesperson wisely rebuffed saying the price wasn’t negotiable, sighting the current retail price. He countered with a $650 comp from a local bike shop. So my gal picked up the phone with him standing right there and called the bike store. (Coincidentally it was the same shop that does all our minor repairs.) OOOPS. The store didn’t even sell that bike, but if we wanted to special order one, they could have one delivered next week for $1195.
Time for a new tact I guess. As if he had anticipated this, the guy reached into his back pocket and pulled out a Meriam Webster definition of Liquidation he had printed out at home. I guess he figured he could mind-fuck us into giving him a better deal. He proceeded to walk around the store pointing out items that were, in his opinion, unreasonably close to retail.
God, how I wish I would have been there. I might have actually been able to knock a codbag out. I’m talking teeth on the curb, Ed Norton style, American History X take down. What a piece of work! But alas, I was nowhere to be found. Instead my sales gal killed him with transparently annoyed kindness and wished him a good day on his way out the door.
So the long and short of this story is, if you know someone who needs a sweet-ass Cargo bike I’ve got one. The price is negotiable to everyone except Greg from Tacoma, WA. Greg, your price is $1194.99. (A penny below retail.) I AM a liquidator after all.
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