eBay sellers who try to pass on PayPal fees to you
faux_rillz
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Isn't there something in the eBay user agreement that forbids this? or in the PayPal user agreement? Is there anybody that's dealt with the issue recently that can put their finger on the language?
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it is lame. just don't buy it.
That said I hate paypal and I do charge mofos 3% to use it in the store.
I guess I could kind of understand if it was a huge purchase. But then, cut the buyer some slack just for buying hundreds of dollars worth of shit you know?
If they are in the states, I always bid on their shit! You'd be suprised how much lower those auctions go for because heads are too slow on the money orders.
Well, in Argentina Paypal doesn't work for sellers. You can only make payments.
Here is what I email to sellers who try to do this.
Thanks, those are the links that I was looking for--figured one of you big dudes would have them on file.
In this case, I didn't notice the surcharge until after the auction had closed (it was buried towards the bottom of the page).
My strategy is going to be simply to pay the final price + s/h and if he comes back at me talking about surcharges to direct him to the language that Aschrock located.
Damn, dudes are actually like "Lemme come behind the counter and use your computer to PayPal you"?
I bought a record off JP via-Good and he gave me the option of check, MO or PayPal, with fee. I didn't really want to write a check, send it and wait for it to get there, etc., so I tossed him the extra X% for the sake of convenience.
I had a dude do this twice but he was dropping like $400+ each time.
What about them? I never use paypal. Is there something wrong with me?
shit stung.
I think it's fair to charge a little something when shit is over five bills.
that said, most of my big money record sales to Japan have been paid with cash sent airmail!
Dude, how you gonna charge drewn $400+ for the Leroy Hutson with the white border???
NYC mark-up baby. If you gotta have it and have it now, you gotta pay a premium. And now, a bit of erotic diggers fiction.
I knew he liked sweet soul. I wanted to hook him in but I didn't want to seem too eager, too obvious. As he was gently perusing the racks I placed the Hutson record on the turntable... I watched his ears perk up. His head started nodding, ever so slightly. I swear I could see goosebumps on his well-defined forearms. I knew then that I had him in my clutches. It was like molding so much warm, soft putty in my hands. I knew a man of discriminating taste wouldn't balk, when faced with the certain something - dare I say, someone - he had wanted for so long...
Hey--it was the yellow border the second time.
By request:
I have always believed that a man is allotted only so many great loves in his life, a number that is fixed from the moment of his conception. Similarly, a man rarely is able to sell the same record twice to another man. Imagine then the thrill that coursed through my body when I realized that I faced the prospect of selling Leroy Hutson's masterpiece Love Oh Love not once, but twice, to the same individual, each time for a sum in excess for the cost of a dinner for two at Tabla. Yes, if I could only play my cards right, I would accomplish the unthinkable--a task more difficult than convincing triplets to engage in a foursome. As he approached the counter, Love Oh Love occupying the warm space between his upper arm and his torso, it was as if time itself ground to a halt. We locked eyes. Would he sense my excitement? For accomplishing a seduction such as this is a delicate thing and the customer is as sensitive to heightened emotion on the part of the record dealeur as the wild filly is to the scent of sweat droplets forcing themselves out through the buckskin-clad gaucho's pores. I could hear my own heart thumping like a bass drum and then blending with the sound of his heartbeat in a joyous percussive symphony...
You need to get laid, dude.
I mourn the restriction on location length
He's been messing up the rawmen again, eh?
Did you intend for this to be a double entendre?
I feel like I'm the protagonist in a sick and twisted Eric Jerome Dickey novel.
Nah...He counts Zane as an influence, though.
Those Zane joints are flamez!
I read that on paypal somewhere
err paypal charge YOU to RECIEVE money regardless of wether it came through ebay