Story time:
My father loves to sell shit online. He always has ever since I was a little kid. He is really good at ‘wheelin n dealin’ with people. I used to always think he could just shit in a can and manage to sell it to some dope online for a living.
He started selling on craigslist and ebay in the early days but has since moved to other platforms such as fb market place. One day, he decided to sell an electric rototiller on market place. I forgot what the listing price was but I do remember it being a reasonable price. I was sitting with him on his porch when he recieved a very low ball offer from a college student for it. My father became very upset over it as, according to him, low ballers have become very prevalent. He told me that he was sick of dealing with low ballers so he decided to go on google and find the address to an abandoned farm in the middle of nowhere. It was a little over an hour (maybe 1.5hrs) away from the low baller by car. He gave the address to the low baller and told him to swing by and pick it up. For some reason the low baller thought he would need a uhaul for taking it (it was very small, not a full size rototiller so it could easily fit in a regular car) so he rented one and set out for the farm.
My fathers plan was to wait until the guy was about half way to the farm (my father told the low baller to let him know when he was on his way so my father would have time to get it ready) and then call the low baller and explain to him that he shouldn’t be a low baller and that the address is fake. So I guess my father wanted to teach him a lesson about respect. Well my father forgot to call the guy. So the low baller drove all the way to the farm for nothing. When the low baller called my father, my father told him that he shouldnt low ball like that and he gets what he deserves. My father then hung up on him. This guy kept calling my father non stop to yell at him. He even called from different phone numbers when my father stopped picking up the phone. The dude was pissed. He kept going on (otp) about how my father screwed him as he was a poor college student who spent a lot of money on a uhaul. Eventually the low baller stopped calling.
Maybe next time: dont low ball