Last week I sold a large ass glass chandelier. I wrapped it in several layers of bubble wrap and packed it in a reinforced heavy duty box with the arms secured in styrofoam boxes to keep them from shifting. I wrapped each swag, bobeche, and pendant separately. Then I slipped in an instruction envelope on how to arrange everything.
Chandelier is delivered. Nothing. Not one peep.
Several days later, I get a message saying "I haven't had time to unpack it yet and I am going out of town for a week"
So now I've got to sit here with bated breath, waiting for the yes or no message that will state whether the money is mine or not. I remember the days when you sold something and it was gone, and you could keep the damned money! Granted, I do have insurance and an ability to file, but it would tie up a couple hundred dollars for a week or two and since I've got my mortgage company breathing down my neck to pay my house taxes RIGHT NOW, I've gotta do that....right now, not wait for this guy to jerk me around all week!
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