Dear eBay sellers,
Stop exhorting me to "buy your card before it skyrockets in price." If a card is going to skyrocket in price, just stick it in your damn closet. Otherwise, it just makes you look like an idiot. Skyrocket. WTF.
Stop overcharging for shipping, then underpostaging the frigging PWE you send it in. If you send me one more single-stamped PWE with a 21-cent postage due note after I paid you $3 for shipping, I am going to take the civil service exam, become a mail carrier, put in my time and build up my seniority, clout myself a transfer to your town, befriend your normal carrier and switch with him one day so for once he can see his daughter at her gymnastics tournament, come to your house and actually "Go Postal" on you.
And I swear there is a special circle of Hell for people who use the term "pack fresh." They're frigging pieces of cardboard, not frigging donuts, not frigging molecules of livermorium. And when I get to Hell, if there is no such special circle, I swear to Satan I will volunteer to build one out of the flayed carcasses and wailing souls of all the other card-hypers, under-postagers, and mothers of toddler beauty pageant contestants.
Stop exhorting me to "buy your card before it skyrockets in price." If a card is going to skyrocket in price, just stick it in your damn closet. Otherwise, it just makes you look like an idiot. Skyrocket. WTF.
Stop overcharging for shipping, then underpostaging the frigging PWE you send it in. If you send me one more single-stamped PWE with a 21-cent postage due note after I paid you $3 for shipping, I am going to take the civil service exam, become a mail carrier, put in my time and build up my seniority, clout myself a transfer to your town, befriend your normal carrier and switch with him one day so for once he can see his daughter at her gymnastics tournament, come to your house and actually "Go Postal" on you.
And I swear there is a special circle of Hell for people who use the term "pack fresh." They're frigging pieces of cardboard, not frigging donuts, not frigging molecules of livermorium. And when I get to Hell, if there is no such special circle, I swear to Satan I will volunteer to build one out of the flayed carcasses and wailing souls of all the other card-hypers, under-postagers, and mothers of toddler beauty pageant contestants.