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Love when you package something, for example a book, and you send it out and suddenly the buyer demands a full refund because it got damaged in transit even though it is no fault of your own. And they send pics and become sometimes hostile about it.
Or when they're extremely picky about minor (and I mean minor) tears on things like a dust jacket for example. Like....fuck all the way off and go somewhere else?
There's a gaming reseller on eBay called GamerGirlzOnline that is notoriously difficult. You have to write on a piece of paper what the game is. If you do not do this, they refuse to accept the package and it gets returned to you. I had to block them because they were so insufferable.
If they're someone like thriftbooks or similar warehouse resellers that just package the stuff in these plastic sealed backs with little padding, then they earn any flak on damage in transit.
But if it's anything else, most sellers seem to at least give a damn.
DJ tears don't matter unless you get to the tip top of collectables. The one thing I will do, only to those big warehouse outfits like Dreambooks/Awesomebooks/WorldofBooks/Thriftbooks/etc., is I'll tell them if they fucked up something in the description of the condition. These outfits don't post pics at all and the people doing the listings are often not good at judging shit. There's also been issues with the versions of a book and I've found like 6 different store pages, all seperated, for the same hardcover "Three by Heinlein" book club edition because some retard doesn't know what an ISBN is.
On the other hand, they've got pretty decent return/refund policies. I've wound up returning/refunding quite a few and hear back. It's neat. Haven't been reprimanded for that.
Hope this isn't off topic/shitting up the thread, but have you guys ever bought second hand CDs? I got a CD off eBay years ago that had a bunch of weird white powder inside the case. I know the funny answer is cocaine (and it was Broken by Nine Inch Nails so it'd be fitting) but I got it for like $5 and I don't think I'm that lucky
re: the grading plastic boxes
I've seen blatant bootleg cards selling in those graded boxes. Those faggots don't know shit about fuck lmao.
The real faggot is me, because they were cheap-ish, and I was gonna maybe buy one for a laugh. I didn't and can't find them anymore, so I assume some unassuming soul purchased.
Because how could they? It's not like art appraisers or something, this has become a massive industry where the initial barrier of entry is some cheap toys mass produced in the millions. They have to cycle through literally hundreds/thousands of cards a day get them in and get out. They can't afford to pay an expert to spend 20 minutes inspecting a card, they have a line of slightly above minimum wage workers who read a manual cycling in and out unlimited cards for 8 hour shifts. Mix this with fakes constantly getting better (and different) and even the definition of "fake" being hazy in the some cases, and you get a big OOF.
Entire thing is stupid. It made a lot of this stuff unobtainable for any normal person (for people who see it as insert object worth money) with an essentially completely arbitrary nothing taking away any usefulness of it. And it's impossible to topple because even if some super amazing top tier expert service popped up it would either be 1. prohibitively expensive for people who cycle this garbage in just to resell it, and B. even if it wasn't it has no name value in the market so you get no value by using it which means none of these people will use it which traps it in a circle of never being able to have value. Unless you partner with a shady auction house where you both launder tens of millions of dollars lol
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Fancy photoshop work on that last one, but I don't think ISIS is looking for Ford Falcons to use as the basis for their technicals.
By God this platform is annoying. Peddling junk on the Marketplace has been my summer hustle this year, and it's been barely worth it so far.
For one, people want everything free. High-priced items are seemingly listed and sold on there (I see them daily), but in practice a listing will only get offers if it's $5 or $10, sometimes $20. That's not a big problem if you have a large inventory (quantity over quality).
And when people do contact you, they can't communicate. They're always migrants or dimwits who never answer questions and speak in one word messages, only to ghost you and/or stand you up with no warning. I'd say the latter group is worse, because at least with lóß míghrâňtëz you can use a translator to break the language barrier (I've done this for Spanish, Chinese, and on one memorable occasion, Amharic).
I once answered an offer in English ("non-electric") and the guy straight up asked me "¿habla Español?". So I broke out Google Translate and restated "es nón-electrico" - we started talking, I said I couldn't understand him well as I was using a translator, then Pablo sent a voice message (he must've thought I meant an in-person translator, who he tried to address directly). Then when everything was all set, he messaged an hour later to ask if the NON-ELECTRIC, NÓN-ELECTRICO scooter was electric. TSD.
This goes for buying too. You have a 1/10 chance of getting anything listed as free, the seller will just gift it to friends and family in a blink. All the good stuff is out in the sticks - the better and cheaper, the farther. That's a problem in my Amerimutt shitty. But I take advantage of that by charging a $2 delivery fee for meetup at the buyer's nearest train station; the buyer will often round up to the nearest 5, especially if there was trouble with arranging the meetup. So I get what the item's actually worth (and it helps cover the fare).
A college ditz once sent me to 25 Whatever Street in East Buttfuck, which I couldn't find. After waiting around 24-26 Whatever for an hour she said it was a typo, she lived at 250 Whatever Street, a 20min walk uptown in the summer heat. I still haven't been able to flip what I got from her, but she threw in some anime pens for my trouble. In that same town, I knocked on someone's (front) door and they wouldn't answer. I sought refuge somewhere air conditioned - then the guy says he's home but they only use the back door (I forgot some families do that). So I went and knocked around back and it worked out.
TL;DR: Not a very worthwhile sidehustle, very luck-based. I did snag a retro TV for cheap, and this Oshawott plush. They say hi.
