As Ebay Turns

Again I am faced with a couple of idiots. I am really hating ebay's reforms of the past few years. I wish I could leave appropriate feedback when a buyer deserves it. One bought a stack of quilt appliques. She paid the day before Thanksgiving. Sunday she e-mails me asking have I sent her stuff? Where's the tracking number (now that there is making an assumption because she didn't PAY for it). I tell her I am mailing it Monday, and that the number will be uploaded when I print shipping. Monday night she e-mails me with a bitchy tone asking what the tracking number is. I've printed the goddamned shipping. The number should be right in front of her dumb ass. I send it.

The other bought a lot of Polly Pocket crap. It was over 300 items including 8 playsets and she paid a grand total of $24 for all of it. She paid on the day before Thanksgiving.

I go to auctions on Wednesdays, and so I don't do any intensive packing those days and this package wound up taking an hour of my life...so I made plans to ship it on Friday. A bunch of holiday related and inconvenient shit happened so I then make plans to send Monday.

Mind you, I specify 3 BUSINESS days on my auctions. Thursday, Saturday and Sunday don't count. She e-mails me Sunday night bitching about it. I print the shipping on Monday and pack it, then realize that the box needs reinforcing, and plan to hit Wally for a bigger one to double box it. So I shoot for Tuesday.

I see that Phil's car won't start on facebook Tuesday. I check my phone to see if he needed a ride. I see 2 phone calls from my father-in-law. I call back. He says Phil needed a ride and he got one from somebody, but not before my soused mother-in-law decided it would be a good idea to walk to me and Charley's. She's only been here 3 times, she sits in the house all day and never goes anywhere, so she doesn't know her way around. It's 3:30. She's been missing since 12:45. I take a ride to look for her, Sheldon walks around looking for her. I go to their house and we mail our other shit. Charley goes to the police station, and they tell him his mother is at the hospital. By the time they bring her home (with my car) it's after 5...too late to send the goddamned Polly Pocket.

Today I get another impatient e-mail bitching that the tracking number shows I haven't brought it to the post office.

How do you tell an impatient asshole that Sorry, you had to deal with Thanksgiving and the residual BS from it, and a drunk ass mother-in-law who wanders off and busts her face on a sidewalk so your car was in use all day so you weren't able to mail her precious toys? I am only one day out from my 3 business day handling time.

I don't want her to blast her and tell her "You paid like 1 cent a piece for each item. People...even ebay sellers...have LIVES. You bought the item right before a holiday/holiday weekend...take a fuckin' chill pill already"