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For the want of a nail, a war was lost
I was getting desperate to get to Tucson next week for my sisters funeral service . I even put my truck up for sale to insure I get there. Cause the cheapest flights were by the time I got to Tucson, I had maybe 26 hours.
3 days ago, I got a bite, the guy looks at it, test dives it, wants it. But will come come back the next day to pay.
And doesn't.
Texts me he'll be by the next day.
And doesn't.
So I park the truck near a busy road point to hopefully get some potential buyer there. Then get a text, he's on the way down to buy the truck.
GREAT!! I get the truck back and park it, and instantly notice the left rear tire was low, I fear I possibly picked up a nail. And he shows up. Pays me, I sign over the title and receipt. I point out that he needs to add air to that tire, that I possibly picked up a nail. We shake and he leaves.
I immediately start looking for fares to Tucson, I have a few minutes before work to do this. As I am looking, he shows up suddenly, Pissed off. Seems he only got 2 miles and the tire went flat.
He tried to change the tire, and its like minus 20-25 degrees out, He couldnt get the spare to drop down, he tries Flat Fix, but its so cold, it freezes before getting inside the tire.
He demands a full refund "Its an omen , had I gotten home and the tire went flat, oh well, but 2 miles away, ITS AN OMEN! I WANT MY MONEY BACK!!"
I argue with him, even offer ro refund $300 to get two new tires. No, He demands the full refund. I then spend the next 45 minutes with him trying to change that tire in sub-zero cold, I literally cannot feel my hands at all, even with gloves on. We get the tire checked. Seems since It was so cold and the truck had moved briefly this morning when it was like minus 35 degrees, the rubber was solid and leaked between the rim and the tire. Had I not moved the truck, he would have just driven off and it would have warmed up the tire and been fine.
But no, he demanded a full refund, no arguing. I also had my boss call me asking where I was and since I was in the middle of nowhere dealing with this clod, I was an hour late. Boss tells me that they called in back up, not to show up tonight.
I'm out the sale of the truck, out any work money I would have made and now have to pay to get the title reissued without this jerks info written all over it tomorrow. And unless a miracle happens and I get that truck sold in 48 hours. No way can I attend my sisters service next week.
I swear, I really want to brutally beat the shit out of somebody right now. I just quickly used a brush pen to get this bullshit shown.
Not a happy camper as well, I tried posting this 3 times and had the tablet just suddenly decide to reboot itself and dump everything I wrote. AND Tumblr decided it wanted to update whie typing, causing more lag,I just unintalled it.
GAHHHHHH!!! My Depression has hit me like a freight train at speed. FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!
3 days ago, I got a bite, the guy looks at it, test dives it, wants it. But will come come back the next day to pay.
And doesn't.
Texts me he'll be by the next day.
And doesn't.
So I park the truck near a busy road point to hopefully get some potential buyer there. Then get a text, he's on the way down to buy the truck.
GREAT!! I get the truck back and park it, and instantly notice the left rear tire was low, I fear I possibly picked up a nail. And he shows up. Pays me, I sign over the title and receipt. I point out that he needs to add air to that tire, that I possibly picked up a nail. We shake and he leaves.
I immediately start looking for fares to Tucson, I have a few minutes before work to do this. As I am looking, he shows up suddenly, Pissed off. Seems he only got 2 miles and the tire went flat.
He tried to change the tire, and its like minus 20-25 degrees out, He couldnt get the spare to drop down, he tries Flat Fix, but its so cold, it freezes before getting inside the tire.
He demands a full refund "Its an omen , had I gotten home and the tire went flat, oh well, but 2 miles away, ITS AN OMEN! I WANT MY MONEY BACK!!"
I argue with him, even offer ro refund $300 to get two new tires. No, He demands the full refund. I then spend the next 45 minutes with him trying to change that tire in sub-zero cold, I literally cannot feel my hands at all, even with gloves on. We get the tire checked. Seems since It was so cold and the truck had moved briefly this morning when it was like minus 35 degrees, the rubber was solid and leaked between the rim and the tire. Had I not moved the truck, he would have just driven off and it would have warmed up the tire and been fine.
But no, he demanded a full refund, no arguing. I also had my boss call me asking where I was and since I was in the middle of nowhere dealing with this clod, I was an hour late. Boss tells me that they called in back up, not to show up tonight.
I'm out the sale of the truck, out any work money I would have made and now have to pay to get the title reissued without this jerks info written all over it tomorrow. And unless a miracle happens and I get that truck sold in 48 hours. No way can I attend my sisters service next week.
I swear, I really want to brutally beat the shit out of somebody right now. I just quickly used a brush pen to get this bullshit shown.
Not a happy camper as well, I tried posting this 3 times and had the tablet just suddenly decide to reboot itself and dump everything I wrote. AND Tumblr decided it wanted to update whie typing, causing more lag,I just unintalled it.
GAHHHHHH!!! My Depression has hit me like a freight train at speed. FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!
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What a huge bummer. But as long as you told him the truth about the condition of your truck, too fucking bad, pal. You bought it. You must be a lot nicer person than I am. At the risk of sounding all trite, something will come up and you can go and honor your sister, my condolences. Your experience really speaks to me, such things are no fun and they happen far to often.
I read this page because the drawing was so good. Not really the best time to bring it up but that is why I stopped here.
Best of luck.
I read this page because the drawing was so good. Not really the best time to bring it up but that is why I stopped here.
Best of luck.
Once sold stuff though "freebie" ads in the local Saturday newspaper. Three items costing no more than $75 each. Would get folks calling as soon as the paper was on the street--Pickers. Phone ringing at 0400. "Please hold the item for me." Then they don't show or take all day to come out.
Newspaper would stop running such ads if my name was on the form. So I'd use a fake name. Also a good way to prank someone by listing a popular bit of merch with their phone # given. Did so to some rube who caused an accident then told the cops I flipped him off. Witness later told cops he was flipping me off.
Newspaper would stop running such ads if my name was on the form. So I'd use a fake name. Also a good way to prank someone by listing a popular bit of merch with their phone # given. Did so to some rube who caused an accident then told the cops I flipped him off. Witness later told cops he was flipping me off.
Least you're not the only one. The engine of my car blew up on the first and I got home from a long days work barely able to walk two days ago only for my computer chair to suplex me onto the floor. My phone got stuck in a boot cycle the next morning. I don't have the money to fix ANY of these things right now much less all of them. Hopefully your luck picks back up soon.
It's an omen all right, buy four new tyres, a spare and grab the Chilton's because you have a new hobby. You make a deal you stick with it, backing out because you had a flat, well what were you doing off road in a construction site(probably.)
I like project cars but I refuse to touch a truck. I just don't like them.
I like project cars but I refuse to touch a truck. I just don't like them.
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