I have a love and hate relationship with Ebay. By that I mean there are some aspects of it I love while there are others I hate. There are some things that I’ll buy in a heartbeat while there are other things from Ebay I wouldn’t touch with a 10 foot pole. With that said, I’ve been using Ebay for years. I know how it works.
I know what types of scams are out there, how to avoid most of them, and I also know there’s always a chance of getting ripped off. I know I’d much rather have the option of recovering half the money I spent on something because I did go through Ebay instead of losing everything because I bought a non-existent product from somewhere like Craigslist.
With that said, one of the things I do shop for on Ebay are car parts and motorcycle parts. I’ve got favorite stores and sellers that I frequent often, especially when I need something for the bike. After my cousin basically trashed our bike last week, I had to go on a hunt for parts. As always I made a list of what I need, a list of prices from various dealerships, then I headed to Ebay to try to find a better deal.
I hit the jackpot on some of the parts I need in one of my favorite seller’s stores. I ended up dropping about $600, and I knocked half the stuff off my list. $600 might seem like a lot of cash, but it’s really not to me when the price to order those same parts brand new from the dealership is right around $1500.
It doesn’t matter that I saved a shit load of money. My mom is still going to bitch at me because there’s that chance I could get ripped off. Mind you my mom has probably used a computer for a combined total of 1 hour of her life, and that was when I tried to teach her how to log on to our old dial up account and check her email years ago.
In this case I guess I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t. She bitches that I spend way too much money on the one thing that really makes hubby and I both happy, yet she bitches that we spend way too much in gas money for hubby to drive to work everyday 45 min away. Duh, the bike cuts our gas drastically. Every time I walk in her house she takes me around showing me 30 things she just bought at Goodwill, yet if I buy something off Ebay she bitches because she doesn’t understand it.
I guess I’ve come to the conclusion I’m not telling her anymore. When I want to gloat to someone because I just saved a ton of cash I’ll call someone else!
