What a god damned cluster fuck this fucking fuck turned into.
Guy shows up 1.5h early. That's great, I'm awake and only 10m away. Load it up, and there he is. He drove,
160 MILES to get this thing. And holy fuck, this dude is FROM THE WOODS. No teeth, can't understand him, Dodge is totally clapped out, and I'm certain that family tree doesn't have many branches.
Offers $300 and I take it. Go on our way, and that's that.
Working around the yard, get a call about 3h later.
YAWP, THIS THANG AIN'T GOT NO THRAWTLE BAWDY.
I'm thinking, throttle body?
Valve body?
Yawp. Ain't naw good. Needs a valve bawdy. Worth abawt fitfy dawlars. I'll take sawm pic-chaws.
Caught me off guard. I don't know what to do. I just want the fucking thing gone anyways. I would have taken a case of beer. I don't
think he's trying to pull a fast one? Maybe? But I don't get that sense he is. I didn't have it in me to say too fucking bad. Iunno, just didn't feel right doing it. So, he asked if I could send $250 back. I agreed.
Well this fucking guy has left three voicemails in an hour asking when I'm going to be able to mail it out. I'm in a tree waiting for deer, I don't fucking know.
So looks like I'm mailing him back a check. Probably a dumbass move on my part, but I've got his place up on Google street view; guy needs it
way more than I do.
And that's my story. Can't complain
too much. I've been selling stuff for years online, and this is the second time that something like this has happened. Oh well.