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Our story begins when I got this response to the ad from Sarya yesterday:
“is this item still available? I can pick up tomorrow”
My follow up: “Hi Sayra, yes it's still available though there are several interested people. What time would you like to come tomorrow?”
Sarya: “does 5.30pm work for you??”
My reply, which makes clear that any commitment from her effects my own time and schedule: Yes, that works, but it can't be too much later than that because I'll need to leave the house around 6:30, at the latest.
Here's the address:
5000 Percival Street, 1st floor, Dorchester
Phone: 617.555.2009
If you can't make it or encounter a problem, please give me a call. I don't mind rescheduling for another time. And just as a reminder, I'm only interested in a cash sale.
Curiously, I didn’t receive a response to the last detailed email, so I issued a checkup on our date this morning:
"Hi Sayra, just confirming our meeting at 5:30?”
And her prompt confirmation: “yes, i'll be there”
Ok, great, someone that says they can do something and hopefully follow through with it. Because as we know, making a commitment that involves other peoples time and effort… well, I won’t go there, I’ll assume the best in people.
5:30 comes. And goes.
5:45
6:00
6:30
Did she show you ask? No. Better yet, did I receive a simple courtesy call? No, of course not. Because relations over the internet means never having to say you're sorry. People are suddenly just text on a screen. These are the joys of dealing with internet anonymity and its corresponding accountability void.
The lack of punctuation and capitalization should have been the tip-off to me that this selfish person isn’t too concerned with formalities, written or scheduled.
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