Yay, we finally managed to get rid of the big Coricraft couch that we’d been trying to sell in order to free up space in the braai room for Chantelle’s baking business.
In the end a gentleman named Leon living in Oudtshoorn took it off of our hands, though given the geographical distance, most of the deal was brokered through his brother-in-law that lives in Strand. It took a couple of days after the payment came through for the couch to eventually be picked up from us (it was living in the lounge as a temporary message, pretty much directly in everyone’s way), but before it went, Chantelle made doubly sure that it would be nice and snug, all protected by a thick layer of clingwrap with black bags thrown in for good measure.
Hello floor space, how I’ve missed you so! :)
So this morning I waved goodbye to my steadfast friend and mover who served me so loyally for so many years already. I can’t quite remember just how long I’ve owned my 1997, 1.6 white Jetta 3, but it has been quite a couple of years and more importantly, a HELL of a lot of kilometers. She has taken me on many a journey, but eventually time started catching up with the old girl, and most devastating of all, the 100km+ I drive every day to work and back was really starting to eat at her.
Obviously I moved to replace her a couple of months ago already, buying my awesome little 1.4 midnight grey Hyundai Getz (aptly nicknamed Gina G.), but in the four months since I haven’t quite gotten around to advertising my beloved Jetta Jameson yet – until now that is.
After dutifully replying to each and every incoming call and message, I eventually gave up, asked Chantelle to instead set her phone’s alarms and so put my phone on silent and left it to stew out in the kitchen overnight.
But this wasn’t looking a gift horse in the mouth mind you – I had already set up a meeting in Westlake with the first caller that had contacted me, meaning that at 06:30 this morning I was in the Jetta, putting in petrol and on my way to the Steenberg Virgin Active where I had set up the meeting for. We both arrived at the meet up a little later than the scheduled time, but meet up we did, and with no further ado, young Mr. Noor Rawoot had a good look at the car, we took it out for a spin down the M3, haggled over the price a little, and returned to the Touchwork offices to sign all the necessary contracts (hey, I’ve got to protect myself a little) and finish the deal with a good old Internet Bank Transfer.
And that was that. The paperwork was signed, the keys were handed over, and a happy Mr. Rawoot and his wife took off in their new car, leaving me R17,000 richer and thus with half of my new home’s transfer fees already covered! :)
For the record, the phone calls, SMSes and emails didn’t stop coming for the rest of the day. Just as well I got Chantelle to log in to Gumtree and delete the advert for me – I would hate to know how many more enquiries I would have had to field!
So there you have it. Painless, hassle free, and very, very quick. And so far, so good. I haven’t heard anything from Noor yet, so I’ll assume he is happy with his purchase – and more importantly I’m happy Jetta Jameson can now faithfully go on to serve someone else for a change! :)
Yup, I managed to sell our Trojan elliptical trainer only a week or so after posting an online advert on Gumtree, something which proved remarkably simple, and pretty damn quick to do after all.
Seriously, it’s as simple as creating a login account, populating a few profile fields, writing up a short description of the product you wish to sell and then snapping some digital photos just to improve its odds! And that’s that – the buyers then get to come to you while you sit back and sip a Savanaha (or in my case trudge into work everyday as per the norm).
I got a couple of enquiries via SMS, phone and email, but it was an SMS from a certain Joretha from the Strand that sparked the continuing SMS conversation that eventually led to my first ever online sale.
The first SMS came through late evening inquiring as to whether or not the trainer was in fact still for sale. I replied yes and the next time I heard from her was early (very early) the next morning as I was leaving the complex on my way into work, asking if it would be possible to pick up the trainer in the morning as they were going away for the weekend and would thus not be able to pick it up on Saturday. Needless to say, I had to decline and instead suggested we try and organise either for late Sunday evening or perhaps next week sometime.
As it turned out, this game of cat and mouse continued to play itself out as we found our that schedules (and her trailer’s availability) simply kept on clashing, until eventually one evening I returned home all sweaty from a good night’s karate session only to find a SMS and missed call on my phone asking if it would be possible to come and collect the machine now.
So I hastily grabbed all the documentation and tid-bits together while Chantelle cleared a path for its graceful exit through the back sliding door and before I knew it, I was standing in my sweaty dogi shaking hands with Joretha, her daughter and husband Layton, who promptly assisted me in carrying the heavy trainer out and around through the back, where we deposited it on his awaiting trailer. In the meantime, Joretha stayed to dish out the cash to an eager Chantelle who happily pocketed the money in anticipation for her upcoming foray into the world of exercise bikes (I hold my breathe in anticipation! :P).
And that marked the demise of our shortlived elliptical trainer regime, with it now placed in a happy and caring home, leaving a great big space, perfect for my upcoming plans that involves disbanding the man room and starting up the baby room in its stead…
(I know I know, the world just isn’t a fair place, now is it? :P)