In the 5th part of this essay series, outlining selling an Amiga Commodore A500, let’s use this introductory space to narratively flashback before we jump ahead. Throughout these essays, I’ve covered: deciding to sell this retro computer, the importance of clean photography, being physically fit enough to sell, and thoughts on posting ads online. I had eight prospective buyers reach out offering to buy and I had to decide between first-responder “Ben” and high-baller “Dan.”
In life, we often want it all, whether it’s seeing our favorite bands live, enjoying every second of every minute of every day, or whether it’s living an idealized lifestyle. The problem with that is sometimes we can’t see our favorite bands live. What if Clutch and Sabaton perform on the same evening? We don’t like being decisive in life because that means we have to make the hard decisions. Sometimes, simple answers guide us.
Within minutes of posting this Amiga, I had a responder, which was a future problem. “Ben” was interested. He would drive across town to pick up the computer. I was so ecstatic to get any offer that I agreed. Others then started reaching out with their interest and offers. One person was also willing to drive across town, but since I had promised it to “Ben,” I told this anonymous other it was already sold…
When you sell something, you have to be physically prepared for anything that goes your way. There’s no running portion of the buying/selling transaction, however in case things get dicey, you should know your escape routes. I bought a retro computer from someone and his wife had cautioned him about selling, to which he told her that if things got dicey, he’d just let the buyer [me] have it and run. Didn’t happen; coulda happened.
I’m sorting through excessive sixteen-year-old mail from when I was applying to various colleges nationwide. One letter seemed like a brilliant opportunity, except, it wasn’t. There otherwise isn’t a point in keeping any of these. As I’ve set about recycling them, I’ve been tearing my name and address from each. The information may seem innocuous, however, having just taken exams professionally for GDPR and CCPA, it’s always relevant to downsize while keeping personal information secure.
Always know the entire market value what you’re selling. For this A500, I thought I knew its value based on my quick research of internet prices, so in a hurry, I posted it to multiple selling platforms with all the photos you’ll see throughout this 6-part series. If you’re feeling at all lonely, post something expensive at a cheap price, because then you’ll suddenly be the best friend of over a half-dozen people… in minutes!
An item you listed in the Community Market has been sold to someone. Your wallet has been credited 0.03 USD. This email message will serve as your receipt. You can also access your Purchase History online at any time.” Unless you’re selling thousands of dollars of products and need to prove your sales transactions in audits, why keep receipt emails like this? I kept them for the fanciful notion that I occasionally sold things.
I’m not sure how this Amiga Commodore A500 landed in my possession. Probably the same way it left my possession, through an online posting I happened on once. I had this idea of turning space in my old place into a computer museum. I never did. Instead, it collected dust, grime, and surprisingly, no rust. For this month of January, I decided to clear out any old hardware I could. Turns out this was popular…
Clutch is one of my two favorite live bands, yet this was the first time I debated whether waiting in line for maybe 30 minutes to buy merchandise was worthwhile. I’ve gone to hundreds of different shows by now, spent money superfluously at merch booths at first with the noble intentions of “supporting the bands,” then “supporting my favorites,” now, just buying what I absolutely want. What I don’t have I can just buy online, right?
Waiting through an entire set, wading through a flooded concert hall, without gold stanchions and red velvet rope to guide us along, with others asking about the end of the line as we had before finding it as the needle-in-the-haystack it had been for us, wishing the connivers or crimeless wouldn’t casually cut, washing threatened thoughts from mind to avoid aggression, wondering what merchandise to buy, wandering through the budget of our imagination, we arrived.