The Car’s On Fire And There’s No One At The Wheel

As easily as my gear was sold to a prankster who had no intention of buying it, it was unsold. The procedure for Non-Paying Bidder is lengthy in order to distinguish Lazy Bidders Who Mean Well from Fuckhead Bidders Who Mean Ill. I actually think I’m in the former category, hence my reluctance to press the matter.

Because everything is about projection.

Yet, whoosh, my account was credited (in lieu of having my money refunded: paid in cash, refunded in monopoly money). Bidder suspended. The binary code is mightier than the sword.

Yet, I still like my Non-Paying Bidder. I think it’s fun to play tricks on people. The distinguishing feature… or is it the mitgating factor? is how the tricked people are selected.

And in the blink of an eye, someone has stepped up to take the place of the Non-Paying Bidder, and in this way, after accidentally knocking the curtain, I can report:

Things sold through a place that rhymes with FeeWay have a little momentum while they are listed. If the thing doesn’t sell, then the momentum truly swarms in the wake of the failed sale. This flurry of activity doesn’t take place in the place that rhymes with FeeWay, but in the Alley Just Outside the place that rhymes with FeeWay.
However, no one in either place wants to pay a fair price for quality goods. They are so many people on your lawn offering you a quarter, regardless of the size and function of the object.

So I miss Non-Paying Bidder, who at least had a sense of humor and so generously accepted my reserve.

It was fun while it lasted.

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