Selling Toys - Horror Stories & "Happy" Customers

Alt said:
The Refund Guy Saga continues.

So when he told me he found it elsewhere, he provided a screenshot.

That seller. Has now messaged me. He messaged me to let me know that he sold his for $130 and that I should price mine accordingly. And then he suggested that I list it in groups to move it because he's looked at my listing and I have many follows and bookmarks.

This has to be an elaborate troll at this point.
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*tears in his eyes*

"Bro, can you tell him that he needs to give me money back?"

*screeching*

"PLEEEAAASE. Message him and tell him his listing is too high."

*slamming fists into desk*

"I'll do anything, bro. Tell him it's not fair."
 
Reno said:
I get this more with something like Heroclix... but seriously who cares about the McFarlane DCM cards??
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I keep the cards, mostly because I enjoy collecting piles of trash. The cards are impossible to remove from the packaging in any "mint" way without bending slightly or having marred edges, so I don't know why anyone would obsess over them.

I've started tossing McFarlane stands (and card stands) free in items I sell on Ebay, as I have an entire Dutch cookie tin of them and the lid no longer closes. The only thing I use is the flight stands we get occassionally, and even those figures now lean in flight.
 
RichardSimmonsRobot said:
I keep the cards, mostly because I enjoy collecting piles of trash. The cards are impossible to remove from the packaging in any "mint" way without bending slightly or having marred edges, so I don't know why anyone would obsess over them.
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How do you bend the cards? I always stick a sharp blade under the edge of the plastic and peel it up, then the card comes out fine.
 
SalemCrow said:
How do you bend the cards? I always stick a sharp blade under the edge of the plastic and peel it up, then the card comes out fine.
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You're talking about the cards that are glued in the plastic bubble to the cardboard backing. I'm referring to the ones that come in the actual bubble beside the figure itself that are held in with little plastic edges that require you to basically bend the card to get it out at all.

Even still, I've had plenty of the cards in the backing like you're referring to that had marred edges even when you do peel the bubble off the cardboard perfectly. It's rare that I get anything that looks anything approximating "mint" from a McFarlane box.
 
Dude picked up one of my Wonder Womans last night and gave it a big once over, even studying the serials on the bottom of the feet for a long while. Also questioned a lot of the articulation standards (Todd thigh swivel, the butterfly cups). Felt like I was trying to pass the border between the scrutiny and inquiry.

But he paid top dollar, so cool.
 
Back to Customer Archetypes:

I'm sticking with McFarlane People. Three different people this week all back out after the pickup time they negotiated.

You're allowed to just change your mind, but have some f****** respect for people's time. Figure out whatever connection that would be.
 
Trying to sell an expensive Transformer Table on Marketplace and not lose all the money I put into it - priced at $1700, which is a little less than I paid and local pick-up only because it's HEAVY. I've said no haggling - this is my breakeven amount. The amount of people trying to rip me off is to be expected, but I had a woman today tell me off for not lowering the price for her. She just moved, she has a budget, blah blah - and I want to not lose money and she got mad at THAT.

It made me laugh instead of rage, so I killed the listing and reposted it at $1900. Now, hopefully, the mental math of that will get people to agree the price I really want - $1700 - is a deal they can't refuse.

TBD! I do really want it gone, but I don't feel like losing hundreds of dollars. Especially to someone like that.
 
Alt said:
You're allowed to just change your mind, but have some f****** respect for people's time. Figure out whatever connection that would be.
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I turned into a glass-half-full person who thinks most people are good at heart. Very little threatens that belief like the Facebook Marketplace crowd. They have no courtesy or respect for anyone else's time.

"I'll be by to pick it up at 11 a.m."

"I got tied up, can you do 2 p.m.?"

"I'll be by at 7."

"Tomorrow at 8 a.m."

*Proceeds to ghost me*
 
Go team petty.
TheSameIdiot said:
I turned into a glass-half-full person who thinks most people are good at heart. Very little threatens that belief like the Facebook Marketplace crowd. They have no courtesy or respect for anyone else's time.

"I'll be by to pick it up at 11 a.m."

"I got tied up, can you do 2 p.m.?"

"I'll be by at 7."

"Tomorrow at 8 a.m."

*Proceeds to ghost me*
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Same frequency, brother. I'm constantly astounded that common courtesy isn't common, despite the obvious.
 
There's solutions and precautions to that, but you seem resolute, so I'll ADHD tangent instead and tell you the closest I've ever come to being stabbed, including military service and bartending/bouncing was in a Wal-Mart parking lot over the Warlock Legends wave by a guy who followed me from checkout to my car.
 
Reminds me somewhat of a story I posted to my Facebook a few years back, where a dude was trying to snag a figure from me.

Yesterday, I was on the hunt for the Target exclusive (and highly elusive) Baroness with C.O.I.L. Bike, GI Joe: Classified figure. She has been insanely difficult to find for collectors. I just couldn't rest until I had her accompanying my other Joes on the shelf.

So I hopped fully clothed into the tub with my bathing wife, and begged her to go with me to Target. True story.

First, I check Brickseek and see that there are only 2 in the surrounding 100 miles. Completely cleaned out, otherwise. One is about 10 minutes away, the other, about half an hour.

So I call the closest one, of course, and the kid doesn't bother to look. He tells me that they're getting more in tomorrow. I say, "Says you have one in stock". "Uhm...yeah, no call tomorrow around 8, and we should have it".

Psst, sidenote...they still don't have it. Liar.

But still, like any true diligent collector, I didn't trust him, and decided to show up, anyway. Sure enough, when I get there, nothing on shelves. But there is a tag, so that tells me that they had them, and sold through. But just in the off chance, I grabbed a passing by employee, and asked for him to scan the tag. He says to me "I'm sorry, man. Nope. None in stock here, nothing in the back. There is one in North Canton"--The half hour away one.

So, I ask for their number and call them on the way out of the store. I get a girl in electronics, and ask her to look for me. She tells me she doesn't have a scanner handy, but she will just have to walk around looking for it. I'm thinking, "Great. She will never find it. She doesn't even know what she's looking fo--"

"Ope! There it is! Baroness with...COAL Bike? Coil Bike?"

"YES! Oh, my God! Seriously? Yes, that's it! Uh...could you hold that for me at the electronics desk?? I am literally 15 minutes away!"

"Sure, just give me your name, and I'll have it here for you".

I give her my name, and tell her how amazing and awesome she is, and off we go.

So, we get there, and as I am walking back there, (Erin had enough of my fast paced walking, which is my natural toy hunting speed, so she stayed behind in the car), I noticed hardly anyone in the toy section. I'm thinking that I could have just shown up, grabbed the set, no problems. Not a risk I was willing to take.

Regardless, after the girl who I managed to get a hold of there (not the one I spoke with) scared the hell out of me by not being able to find it under the desk, leaving me thinking that someone may have snagged it using my name, she opens a locked cabinet, and it was like that scene in Pulp Fiction where Vincent Vega opens the briefcase. There she is, in all of her glory: THE Baroness. One of my favorite childhood villainesses in the 6 inch scale that I've always wanted. I grab it from her hands, thank her profusely, tell her to thank the girl that I spoke with profusely, and start making my way up towards the front.

BUT...I wanted to make a real quick stop at the toy section just to see if they had a spare Cobra Trooper of the same toyline, for a buddy who is looking for it.

I walk up, and there is this really scuzzy looking kid, with his scuzzier looking girlfriend, and they are both with the largest man I have ever seen.

I'm not even joking. HUGE. This man's head was the size of a freaking basketball, he had to have been 6'10, maybe even 7 foot tall. He was so broad, his shoulders took up so much space of the aisle. And dude was jacked. I'm not talking fat here. Dude was just a massive pro wrestler looking guy.

I excuse myself past them, and to be honest, they were actually super polite, with "Oh, I'm sorry, no worries, go ahead".

I take notice that scuzzy guy is also looking at the Joes, pulling them off of the shelf one by one, holding 3 Roadblocks, but clearly looking for something else. He says to the big guy "I don't understand. It still says they have one in stock, I literally just checked..."

So, seeing that there clearly is no Trooper, I move on, but stop as I see the X-Men Age of Apocalypse deluxe figure, and just wanted to see it in person before considering the purchase.

Suddenly, I notice that silence has hit that aisle, as I see someone pointing at me out of my periphery. I turn around, and Basketball Head is literally sneaking up behind me with his hand out, getting ready to snatch the figure set that I have been hunting for out of my hand. He was not even hiding that he was trying to do it, cartoonishly creeping up on me like the Hamburgler or something.

I whip around to look at him, and he freezes mid-creep.

You guys...you will have never seen my round, but surprisingly firm ass move so quick. I exclaim "What in the actual fuck??", Heisman cradled that set, and took off out of that toy section so fast. Paid for it and got out of dodge before they could tackle me and wrestle it from my white knuckled grip.

I got to the car so winded, but alas...SCORE
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