Tuesday, May 20, 2014

The Wrong Text Revolution

There's a blogger out there who has started a revolution.

A 'wrong text' revolution, so to speak. And it's gaining momentum, for all the right reasons.


Some of you may already be familiar with Single Dad Laughing.  

If not, I'm sure many of you know who I mean when I say, 'the guy who wrote the post  ... The 16 Ways I Blew My Marriage'.

Yeah. He's that guy.


A couple of weeks ago, he tried an experiment.

He sent the same uplifting and encouraging text message to 217 numbers.

217 WRONG numbers.


The responses he got in return ranged from the typical, 'wrong number', to more interesting and personal ones.  

Many were funny. Some kind of, angry. Some ... sad.


Personally, I think it's a great, 'pay it forward' idea.  

And as long as you keep it within your area, it's FREE to potentially make some random stranger smile, or even better, make them feel special when they really needed it.

Having said that, it's also a great way to attract the rude responses and stalkers.

Seriously!  There are people out there just sitting on the phone, waiting for something like this, who will insist that you DID intentionally send the message to THEM, and they will be arriving for dinner by 7pm, so 'Be ready. And don't wear green.'

But that's the chance he took, and what he got in return were some very funny and in some cases, honest replies.

And then he did it, AGAIN.  He sent another 306 NEW wrong numbers.


And again, he received among the 'wrong number' replies, many people who were really happy to read his message.

Wrong number or not.


What has surprised me, is the fact his readers are now doing it also.  

Many people are sending inspirational text messages to random wrong numbers, in the hopes of brightening someone's day.

That, my friends, is pretty cool.


I'm really not sure WHY he tried this experiment.

I don't know if he anticipated that his audience would take it upon themselves to dare to do the same.

But as I read his second posting on this topic tonight, I realized very quickly ... 

He's started the wrong text revolution!  

His readers have seen the good that can come from this random act of texting kindness, and are standing behind him, arms raised, cell phones in hand, rays of sunshine beaming ...




OK ... so maybe not that dramatic.

But you get the idea. 

Good job, Single Dad LaughingGood job.



This world can really suck sometimes.  People can be Dirtbags.

People can also be generous, good, kind, and empathetic.

We need more of those people sending nice texts to wrong numbers.


Go ahead, pick a number.

Send a message.

You know you wanna.


 

K.

P.S. And don't be so quick to dismiss that 'wrong text' message you receive.  It may just be someone trying to make YOUR day!

**Note to self ... get cell phone hooked up again!

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Her Name Is Rehtaeh Parsons

Her name is Rehtaeh Parsons!



She could be your daughter.  She could be your friend.  She could be the girl two houses over, who babysits your kids or walks your dog.

She could be any 17 yr. old girl trying to get through this roller coaster we call life.


She loved animals. She was a big sister. She cared about people. She brought joy to her family.  She was a nice girl.

She was also allegedly raped. I have to say allegedly, nobody has been convicted yet.  She was bullied relentlessly.  She was let down by the systems (yes multiple) in place to protect her.  

And 13 months ago, she took her own life to end the pain.


I’m not going to link to anything specific here.

Simply Google Rehtaeh Parsons.  You’ll find her.

You'll read her story.

And if you have any sense of what's 'right' and 'just' in this world, you'll be outraged.

And as a woman, a mom, most likely ... you'll cry.


Her case is still pending.

Justice has not yet been served.

Nobody has been punished.

Dirtbags are still walking free.

And her family has been threatened.  


As of last week, the media is no longer allowed to publish information about Rehtaeh's case.

Her family isn't allowed to publicly discuss her case with them, because there is now an 'official publication ban' in place.


Well guess what?  I’m not family.  

Hell, I’m not even a family friend.  I'm not media, and I’m not part of ‘the case’ in any way whatsoever, so I’m here to tell you …

Her name is Rehtaeh Parsons! 

She loved animals. She was a big sister.  She cared about people. She brought joy to her family. She was a nice girl.

She was also allegedly raped. I have to say allegedly, nobody has been convicted yet.  She was bullied relentlessly. She was let down by the systems (yes multiple) in place to protect her.  

And 13 months ago, she took her own life to end the pain.


I know, I just repeated myself.  I'm making a point. That being ... 

Her name is Rehtaeh Parsons!

And she still deserves justice.



That should read, ‘… in the Rehtaeh Parsons child pornography case.’

Her name is Rehtaeh Parsons.


“The publication ban cited comes under Section 486 of the Criminal Code, which prevents the naming of alleged victims in some cases.- The Vancouver Sun (same article as above)

Seriously?  SERIOUSLY?!?!??!

You have concern over protecting Rehtaeh’s identity NOW?

Where was the concern for Rehtaeh when she needed it over a year ago?


Two teenage boys are facing charges for child pornography.  One is being charged with making child pornography.

The only people this ban may be ‘protecting’ would be THEM! 

Certainly NOT Rehtaeh.

Officials in MANY different departments; police, healthcare, education, the legal system … they ALL failed her.

People who were supposed to be her friends. FAILED HER!


What is this publication ban to 'protect' her supposed to accomplish, now?

Not sure.

What is it actually going to accomplish?

It’s going to piss off people like me.  

People who are NOT media, but yet have a forum to remind you … 


Her name is Rehtaeh Parsons!




You regulars in the Korner are already aware, that I have always tried to take a stand against bullying.

Even more so after the death of Amanda Todd.

I’m trying to raise two teenage boys in a world that accepts and … in some cases … encourages violence against women.

I have an uphill battle.

But I refuse to give up.

I refuse to stop talking to them about Rehtaeh and Amanda.

I refuse to let my boys think that ANY kind of bullying, or violence against women … or anyone for that matter, is OK.

I refuse to let them think there are no consequences for bad choices.

I refuse to let them turn into Dirtbags.

Her name is Rehtaeh Parsons.  And I make sure they know it.


On May 16th, the judge will determine whether or not the publication ban should be lifted.

Until then … Her name is Rehtaeh Parsons.


And since the media can't do it, I'll take a moment to remind you all ...

  • It is NOT OK to take an inappropriate video/picture of someone.
  • It is NOT OK to distribute that video/picture among the masses.
  • It is NOT OK to torment the victim of the video/picture.
  • It is NOT OK to take 'drunk' as a 'yes' for sex.  Anything other than a 'yes' or 'take me now!' ... is a 'NO!'
  • It is NOT OK to bully and taunt and threaten and generally make someone's life miserable through social media.  And yes, this includes ALL social media.
  • And most importantly … it is NOT OK to let the Dirtbags who ruin someone’s life, simply walk away without facing ANY consequences 

Where is the justice in that? 

Where is the justice for Rehtaeh Parsons?


That’s right. Her name is Rehtaeh Parsons. 

 
DON’T FORGET IT!


Talk about Rehtaeh (and Amanda, and CJ, and Nicole).

Talk about 'appropriate behaviour' and 'slut shaming'.

Talk about teenage drinking.

Talk about mistakes. 

Talk about 'No' and 'drunk' means NO!  Period!

Talk about bullying.

Talk about, as a parent, loving unconditionally.

TALK about suicide. Don't sweep it under the rug.



Just ... talk.  Please.


And hug your kids.

And take the time to remember.

 The boys and I.
Remembering and respecting Rehtaeh in our own small way.


K.

** Pictures of Rehtaeh posted with permission.

P.S.  I'd just like to clarify that by 'Dirtbags', I don't only mean the people who have been charged with crimes against her.  I'm also including the people who tormented this poor girl in person, and through social media, relentlessly.

That's NOT OK!

I thought we had a charge called 'criminal harassment'? Time to put it to use.

Monday, May 5, 2014

Do YOU Have Cash Hiding In YOUR Bins?

Before I jump into the point of this particular post, I should probably mention something that happened just over a year ago.

WE MOVED!

We FINALLY moved from the Money Pit!  WOOFREAKIN’HOO!!!!

Do I miss the old place after living there for 11 yrs?  ABSOLUTELY NOT!

I don’t miss the busy street.  

I don’t miss the unexplained astronomical power bills.  

I don’t miss the spiders lurking in every corner, and 

I do NOT miss the flooding basement!  AT ALL!

And I really don’t miss it sucking the life out of me, in some way, every … single … day.


Raising these kids on my own the past 10 yrs hasn't been easy.

Rewarding?  Fulfilling?  My greatest challenge and triumph?  ABSOLUTELY!

But not easy.

Not mentally, emotionally, physically or especially … financially.

Every sing day is a struggle. Every single day is a financial challenge.  Every single day is a test in how to best get through the day, and make sure EVERYTHING gets taken care of.

It’s a lot for one person.  

Hell, it’s a lot for TWO people on a regular basis.


But … we've survived.

And I think we've done OK.

My kids have always had a roof over their heads, food in their stomachs, the necessities and some extras. 

Well ... when I look at the amount of toys they have accumulated over the years, maybe a little overboard on the ‘extras’ at times.


When they were little, the boys had some pretty cool toys.

Alec’s obsession was dinosaurs.  



For Adam, it was fire trucks.






As they got older, the toys gave way to electronics and technology.

All of the baby toys were either given away or sold.

However, anything they had as 'kids', eventually found its way into a Rubbermaid bin, every time the basement flooded.

These bins eventually made their way into the garage, and I would occasionally tell the boys, ‘You REALLY have to get out there and go through your toys.  You have cash, sitting there in those bins that could be in your pockets, if you just cleaned up and sold your old toys.’


They never did.

Many of the toys have sat in the bins for years.  Unused.  Untouched.

When we moved into the new house last year, all the ‘toy bins’ went straight into storage, where they began to gather dust, once again.

Until a couple of weeks ago.


I finally decided … IT.  WAS. TIME!

Time to get rid of the toys, and turn those bins (upon bins ... upon bins ... upon freakin' bins!) into some cash, to help ease that ‘daily struggle’.

Two weeks ago, I started with one bin.

And to be honest, it looked SOOO daunting, I wasn’t even sure where to begin.  Which is probably also why I put it off for YEARS!

So I started by picking ONE thing out of the FIRST bin.


And before I knew it, I had taken out and organized EVERYTHING that was in there, and separated it all into piles of ‘common’ toys.




All Disney characters (and the like) in one pile.  




Lego in another.  






Ninja Turtles characters in another.  

 





WWE Wrestlers in another. 






Army men in another.

 





Miscellaneous animals ... in another.







You get the idea.

After a week, it looked like a Toys R Us had exploded in my rec room.





And I’m STILL working on it!


But I'd say I'm half way there.

Maybe.  Almost.




Of course, not everything is worth selling.  Some things are just broken, or junk and go straight to the garbage.

And there is a pile for charity.

The rest? 

Once I finally get through the last of the bins, which I’m hoping will be this weekend, everything I’ve organized will then be washed, grouped, and find its way into one of two sales streams … Kijiji … or eBay.


It’s a CRAPLOAD of work!

It's a CRAPLOAD of toys!


No, I don’t expect to make millions off this experience.

I do, however, expect to make SOME extra cash to put right back into keeping a roof over our heads, food in our stomachs, the necessities and some extras .

And yes, I plan on sharing the proceeds of anything sold with the boys.

Like … maybe … 1% of the sale. Since they haven’t actually participated in any of this TOY CLEANUP 2014 experience, other than to drag the bins out of storage for me. And drop them in the living room.

I guess that’s worth 1%.  Kidding!  I'll give 'em 10%. 


The point of this post, people, is … Do YOU have cash hiding in YOUR bins?

GO THROUGH THOSE TOYS!!!!

Throw out the garbage, give a bunch away and then … TURN THOSE TOYS INTO CASH!


That’s what I plan on doing.  Just as soon as I can find my way out from under all these dinosaurs! (um ... little help here ... please ...)




Happy selling, my friends!

K.


Friday, December 6, 2013

These Boots Are Made For Walkin' ..... Funny.

See these boots? 

 (No, that's not an orange spot on the top of it, that's the flash!)


They were my latest awesome find at Value Village last Friday night, while the boys and I were killing time, waiting for our 'meet and greet' with Col. Hadfield.

LOVE THESE BOOTS! 


Or ... I did, until I was ready to go out the next night, put them on, and couldn't get my foot into the left one.

Strange.

I tugged, and pulled and twisted and made a few noises I hadn't made since trying to get into a pair of jeans back in the 9th grade, but finally ... got it.

I only took a few steps across the room, before I realized that, yup, these boots are made for walkin' ... funny.

I sat back down, and picked up that left foot to look underneath, and then compared it to the right ... damn ... it was TWO SIZES SMALLER.

Now, before you ask, yes, they were 'together' and being sold as a pair.


Yes, the tag on the bottom of them said, 8.5.  

However, the printing on the bottom of the boots said, "39.5" on one, and "37.5" on the other one.

SERIOUSLY?!?!?!??!



No, I did not notice the small gold printing under the big white sticker that said 8.5.  

My fault.

Did I wear them anyway?

Yup. For a short period.

Was it uncomfortable? Yup.


So there they sat.

My awesome new boots I couldn't wear.


Until almost a week later. 

The same thought had been going through my head for days; 'What if the matching boots are back there.  Back at the store'.

It was five days later.  Long shot?  Maybe.

Did I go anyway?  Yup.

At lunchtime, I left work and hit the store.

I made a beeline for one of the boot sections, where I'd found the original pair.

Quick scan ... no match to my boots.

Turned around and walked the few feet to the other, larger boot section.

Scan ... scan ... scan ... wait!  WHATSTHAT?!?!?


Is it?

Maybe?

Looks like them.  Same colour. Same style.

Flipped them over ... no size printed on the bottom, other than the white store sticker.

Damn.


Scan ... scan ... scan ... wait!  WHATSTHAT?!?!?


Is it?

Maybe?

Looks like them.  Same colour. Same style.

Flipped them over ... "37.5" on the left ... "39.5" on the right.

BAM!!!  YEAH BABY!!!


I hugged them, yes, literally hugged them to me as I immediately made my way to the checkout.

When my turn came, I laid them on the counter, looked at the cashier and said, 'Wanna hear a funny story'?

She looked at me, uncertain, then said, 'Sure!'.

So I told her what had happened with the boots I'd bought Friday night, and that I wanted to bring them in, give back the left one, and take this other left one, swap the 37 for the 39.

She said sure, no problem, to bring them back that evening and just look for her since she'd be working, then she put them under the counter and I went back to work.


Later that night, back I went with the boots, headed right for the same lady, standing behind the same checkout she'd been at earlier in the day.

She had her head down, looking at something when I came up to her 'closed' counter and said, 'You're in the same spot'!

She looked up surprised, then recognized me and said, 'Haven't moved all day'.


We did a quick, simple exchange, and voila ... the boots are BACK, Baby!!!


It's not often I get burned on a purchase like that, but that one hurt, cause I really, REALLY LOVE THOSE BOOTS!

So now ... I'm happy again, because they finally ARE made for walkin'.  PERIOD!


And yes, from now on, I will always look for the actual size, written somewhere on the shoe/boot itself!  

Lesson learned.  The hard way!


K. 

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

It's OK Mom, Everyone Makes Mistakes!


Some days, for all my trying to be a good mom, to teach, do, speak the RIGHT things to my kids … some days, I still just suck.

Today was one of those days.

Around lunchtime, Adam called me from school. He said he had either lost his lunch money or forgotten it at home, but that the school could give him ‘cafeteria bucks’, and I would send money with him tomorrow to pay them back.

At first I suggested he go home, to see if it was there, but he replied that he would end up missing all of lunch if he did that.

So, I said, ‘Sure, go ahead, get the cafeteria bucks and get your lunch’. He had me confirm with the school secretary that that’s what he was going to do, then hung up.

About an hour later, I got a call from the school secretary.

She said she wanted to give me the ‘heads up’ that the cafeteria lady had come into the office and told her that Adam hadn’t lost or forgotten his money, he had spent it at nutrition break.

In response to her, I said, Oh REALLY? Thank you very much for letting me know! I appreciate that and will discuss it with him this evening!’

She replied that, again, she was just wanting to give me the ‘heads up’.

In my HEAD however, I was thinking, ‘GGGGRRRRRR HE LIED TO ME!!!!!’

I. WAS. PISSED !!!

What I should have done, was calmed down and waited a few minutes before doing anything.

Unfortunately, that’s not how my reactive brain works.

What I did instead, was react immediately, by sending Adam a message, accusing him of, and blasting him for lying to me.

This is what popped up for him, all of a sudden, in his inbox:

“Well ... now I know why you didn't want to go home and see if your money was there. BECAUSE YOU SPENT IT ON NUTRITION BREAK!!!!!! Don't call me at work and LIE to me!!!!!! NOT FREAKIN COOL ADAM!!!!!

Get out of bed, and GET YOURSELF SNACKS for school if you're hungry!!!!!! There are apples, oranges, and other snacks at the house, we're not freakin foodless. TAKE IT! And DON'T LIE TO ME AGAIN!!!!!”

Yeah. Not exactly a ‘mom of the year’ message. But I DON’T want to be lied to, and my kids know that.

Not five minutes later, my phone rang. It was Adam.

The first thing he said was, ‘I didn’t lie mom, I didn’t spend any money in the cafeteria on nutrition break! I’m sure I forgot it on my desk when I went to get my socks! I ….. ‘

I didn’t even give him a chance to say anything else.

I immediately replied with, ‘Well that’s not what the secretary just called and told me! She said the cafeteria lady came in and told her that you had spent your money in there at nutrition break, and DIDN’T leave it home or lose it.’

‘That’s not TRUE, Mom!’ he cried.

Again, I cut him off with an angry, ‘Well, I can only tell you what the school told me, so if it’s not true, then you’d better go down to the office and TELL them it’s not true!’

He gave me a quick, ‘k’, and then hung up without a goodbye.


I just sat there for a minute, staring blankly at my monitor.

I had heard the disappointment in his voice. I could tell he had been holding back the tears.

What if?

What if that money WAS sitting on his desk?

What if the cafeteria lady had been mistaken?

What if he HADN’T lied to me?

CRAP.


Before even really thinking about what I was doing, I threw on my coat, grabbed my purse and left the office.

I was heading home, a la Nancy Drew, to see if I could solve the mystery of the missing money.

If the money wasn’t on his desk, then … well … I couldn’t really prove anything.

If the money WAS on his desk, however, I would owe my child a HUGE apology, since it meant he hadn’t lied to me at all, and the money was exactly where he thought it was. And I had blasted him for no good reason.

I couldn’t let this wait until the end of day.


I got home, went straight to his room and what did I find on his desk?

Yup. His lunch money.

A big ol’ pile of ‘YOU SUCK!’ disguised as a couple of toonies and a loonie.

CRAP!

He hadn’t lied to me. He HAD forgotten his lunch money. He hadn’t spent it in the cafeteria on nutrition break.

I suck.

I reacted before finding out the REAL truth. I took what I was told, and reacted on face value of that.

Yeah. I suck.

So, I had to fix it.


I turned around, left the house, got back in the car and went straight to the school.

I went into the office and asked the secretary to call Adam out of class, without explaining why.

When he walked through the door, I pulled him to the side and said, ‘I’m going to ask you one time, and I want you to tell me the truth, did you spend any money in the cafeteria at nutrition break.’

He looked me in the eye and said, ‘No mom, I didn’t.’

With that, I turned to the secretary and said, ‘So, based on your phone call, and what you were told, and what you told me, I immediately sent Adam a message, and accused him of lying to me when he called earlier and said he forgot/lost his money. He said he hadn’t. I then went home and checked Adam’s room, and do you know what? We owe this boy an apology!’

I pulled his money out of my pocket, opened my hand and said, ‘ … because HERE is his money!’

She just stared at the money in my hand.

I clarified why I was there.

‘Because you called me, based on what the cafeteria worker said, and told me Adam had NOT lost his money, but spent it at nutrition break, I accused him of lying to me about losing/forgetting the money when he called me.

That wasn’t right.

His money was home all along and he had told me the truth in the first place.’


Without waiting for a reply from her, I turned to Adam, put my hands on his shoulders and said, ‘I’m SO sorry. I accused you of lying to me about the money, and that wasn’t right. I’m really really sorry about that.’ And gave him a hug.

The secretary looked at me and said, ‘I’m sorry Mrs S. I was just going on what I was told ….’

I told her I understood, and I was sure it was a misunderstanding, but that I wasn’t the one owed the apology.

Adam was.

And she did. She told him she was sorry.

She also called down the cafeteria, to try and reach the worker who had passed on this misinformation to her, but she had gone for the day.

She promised both Adam and I that she would speak to her tomorrow.

And that was it. He went back to class, and I went back to work, feeling somewhat better.


I still think I suck.

I accused my child of lying to me, and reamed him out for it, before knowing ALL the facts.

When Adam called after school, I apologize again.

He simply brushed it off with a, ‘It’s OK, Mom, everyone makes mistakes.’

He has no idea how those words brought me to tears, in the cube.


If nothing else, I’m extremely thankful that at least ONE of the good things I’ve taught my boys has stuck.

Forgiveness.

For all. Even his Mama, when she sucks.


K.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

An Open Letter To Car Buyers On Kijiji

This is an open letter to car buyers on Kijiji.
 

Dear Kijiji car buyers I have dealt with in the past two weeks,

YOU SUCK!
 
I could simply end this post right here.  Because that’s really all I have to say about car buyers on Kijiji, given my personal experience.
 
But I suppose I should clarify one thing.
 
Not ALL car buyers on Kijiji suck.
 
Only the ones involved in this apparent SCAM to buy Canadian cars and ship them overseas.
 
 
Ever since Christmas, I’ve had my eye on a vehicle that was for sale.
 
Not a new vehicle.  Not by a long shot.
 
But it was something I wanted.  Really, REALLY wanted.
 
 
So, I decided to put my car up for sale on Kijiji, to see what happened.
 
I wasn’t trying to make a lot of money off the sale.
 
I simply wanted to make enough to cover the cost of the new-to-me car, and pay for its registration and taxes.
 
 
OH.  MY.  GOD!
 

I had NO idea it would be such a time-wasting, frustrating, want to punch someone in the head, experience!
 
All I wanted to do was sell a car.
 
A Toyota Camry.
 
 
Never … EVER … again!!!!
 
 
At first, I was worried I wouldn’t get any replies.
 
As it turned out, that was the LEAST of my worries.
 
I got replies.
 
I got a shitload of replies.
 
I also got offers.  Without even seeing the car.
 
At least I was smart enough to take THOSE with a grain of salt.
 
Such as this one, that landed in my mailbox after I’d posted the ad a second time:
 
“You still have it. Is something wrong with it. How's mechanically. Any accidents or damage. I am willing to offer $5000 cash for AS IS and will buy immediately. I am from Toronto and serious. Thanks and let me know.”
 
Right.  Well guess what, Dude?  I’m from Halifax, and I’m serious too.  About the fact you can kiss my ass!
 

The fact he offered me almost double what I had asked for the car was bad enough.  But to throw that snooty ‘I am from Toronto and serious’ part in there?
 
THAT just pissed me off!  Yes, even MORE SO than I already was that day!

The day I thought I'd actually SOLD the car!
 
 
It turns out, there is some sort of car buying scam going on in Halifax.  And yes, I call it and consider it nothing but a SCAM!
 
I was contacted by MANY people, the majority of them with names in their email addresses that I cannot pronounce.
 
And I don't say that to be 'snooty' or nastyNot at all.  I'm simply stating a fact.

Four of these people openly admitted that they wanted to buy my car to ‘ship it overseas’.
 
Why do they ship all these cars overseas?  No idea.  I didn’t ask.  I really don’t care.
 
What I DO care about, is the fact that 99.9% of the people who contacted me and made OFFERS on my car, wanted it for this specific purpose.
 
Did they take the car?
 
No.
 
THAT is how I know about this overseas scam.
 
When it came time to actually SEE the car, every single one of them … EVERY SINGLE ONE … said ‘I can’t buy this.  It has a V6 (engine) and I can’t ship V6’s overseas’.
 
Excuse me, but …. WTF?!?!??!?
 
First of all, I had NO idea that so many cars from Halifax were being shipped overseas.  Second, why the heck can’t they take cars with V6 engines?
 
 
At least the majority of people told me up front, they didn’t want it because it was a V6.
 
The others, however, gave me the run around.
 
Such as, Emmanuel Adeola, ‘I’ll be there by noon to get your car.’
 
Or Chijioke Aroghalu, ‘I want your car, but can’t get it until Tuesday, will you accept a deposit?’
 
Both of these men completely disappeared after making these statements.

THESE are the Kijiji buyers who SUCK!!!
 
 
Why waste my time, AND YOURS, if you KNOW you’re not going to take the car?
 
Oh … I know … cause YOU SUCK!!!!
 
 
But they weren’t even the worst.
 
Oh no.
 
The worst person I ran into, trying to sell my car, was a man by the name of Ray MacDonald, who said he was a car dealer in Salisbury, New Brunswick.
 
 
The first time I posted the ad for the car, Ray sent me an email, made a low offer, and left his phone number.
 
I’ll be honest in saying I didn’t call him, because he left me a New Brunswick phone number.
 
No … I’m not calling you long distance, to find out you don’t want my car!
 
 
After dealing with the ‘want to ship the car overseas’ people for a week, I pulled the ad off Kijiji, and re-listed it again.
 
 
The FIRST response I got, was from Ray.  Again.
 
He said he was ‘very interested in buying’ my car.
 
I gave him my phone number and he called me at work.
 
 
I made it VERY clear to Ray, the issues/troubles I was having trying to sell the car.
 
I made it VERY clear to Ray, that the majority of people I had dealt with so far, were only interested in shipping the car overseas, and could not send a V6, so wouldn’t take the car.
 
Ray was very sympathetic.
 
He even told me about how he himself had been ‘screwed’ by people, wanting to buy cars to ship them overseas.

Said he had been contacted by people who were "mostly students, wanting to ship the car to Africa".
 

He then stated that he wanted to buy my car.
 

We settled on a price.
 
We settled on a place to meet.
 
In Truro.  Almost an hour’s drive away.
 
I told him I had no interest in driving to Truro, unless it was a 'Done Deal'.

I made it VERY clear to Ray, that if he screwed me over, I’d hunt him down.
 
He reassured me that he certainly would NOT do that to me!  He definitely wanted to buy my car!
 
 
The ONLY reason I agreed to meet Ray, was because he said the sale was ‘a sure thing’.
 
It would just be a matter of exchanging cash for car.
 
Since the new car I wanted to get was actually in Truro, this worked out PERFECTLY for me!
 
FINALLY, this sale was going to happen.
 
Or so I thought. As did all my co-workers, who were hearing my end of the conversation.
 
 
You see … Ray the car dealer from Salisbury New Brunswick LIED to me!
 
He said HE wanted to buy the car.
 
He said HE would be meeting me in Truro.
 
He said HE wouldn't make me go, unless it was a sure thing.

NOT ONCE did Ray EVER say he was actually the MIDDLEMAN, and had NO INTENTION of either meeting me, or buying the car himself.
 
NOT good, Ray.  NOT GOOD!!!!
 
 
So, I take the afternoon off work.
 
Wash the car.
 
Put gas in the car for the trip, then headed to Truro, a VERY happy girl!
 
 
We were scheduled to meet at 4:30pm.
 
I had also made arrangements to pick up my new-to-me car as soon as the old one was sold, and where I was picking it up closed at 5pm.
 
Buddy pulled into the parking lot next to me at 4:26pm
 
I say ‘Buddy’, because I could tell just by looking at him, that this was NOT Ray, who I had spoken to on the phone earlier that day.

No, I had not actually seen Ray.  But I KNEW.
 
 
As I got out of my car, those were my first words to Buddy.
 
‘Who are you?  You’re not Ray!’
 
And instead of giving me an explanation, Buddy looks at the back of my car, and immediately says, ‘This is a V6.  I’m not buying this.’
 
 
Now that I look back at the incident, I’m VERY surprised nobody called the police on the crazy woman who was yelling at some dude on the front lawn of the Robie Street Irving, in Truro.
 
No, this particular meeting did NOT go well.
 
As soon as he said he wasn’t buying the car, I asked him again, ‘Who are you?  Where is Ray!’
 
Without hardly even looking at me, Buddy says, ‘I’m Ray’s friend’.
 
 
I was NOT impressed!
 
NOT.  AT.  ALL!
 
And to make matters worse, Buddy kept saying to me, ‘Listen DEAR …’
 
I lost it.
 
BIG TIME!
 
So much so that I finally told him to stop talking and listen.  And with voice raised, and finger in his face, I told him VERY CLEARLY that I WAS NOT HIS Dear!  Stop calling me that.  NOW!
 
 
We argued back and forth about why he SHOULD be buying this car.
 
He got Ray on the phone, and informed him he would not be buying the car, because he didn’t have any clients for it.
 
UH … right.  I CALL BULLSHIT!!!!
 
You mean you can’t ship a V6 overseas, to your client, Asshole!
 
 
I looked at Buddy and said, ‘Give me the phone.  I want to talk to Ray, myself.’
 
He did.
 
Ray apologized profusely.
 
I didn’t care.
 
What I DID care about was the fact I was lied to.

And the fact this jerk didn’t have the decency to tell me the truth, that he was only the middle man.
 
I told him , ‘The ONLY thing that will make this right, is for Buddy to pay me for the car, and since you SAID you’re a car dealer, and that YOU were buying the car, YOU pay him back and figure out who you’re going to sell it to!’
 
Ray asked me to put Buddy back on the phone.
 
Silly me.  I thought he might actually be telling him what I had said.
 
Right.
 
Buddy gets off the phone with a, ‘I’m not buying the car.’
 
 
After a few more heated exchanges, and no resolution, I simply drove away.

I went to the Bestie’s (who lives in Truro), and called Ray immediately.
 
I repeated my initial claim of what would make this, ‘better’.
 
All I got from Ray was, ‘Did he at least give you 50 bucks for gas money?  He told me he’d give you gas money.’
 
No Ray.  No gas money. Nothing but a waste of my time.
 
 
The only thing I got from Ray MacDonald, car dealer in Salisbury New Brunswick, was a load of bullshit.
 
And lies.
 
You, Mr Ray MacDonald, ARE one of the Kijiji car buyers who SUCK!
 
And … you don’t honour your word.
 
I suppose this shouldn’t surprise me, for a car dealer.
 
But it was still disappointing.
 
And infuriating, because he'd sent me the EXACT type of person I'd told him had been screwing with me.

Someone wanting to send the car overseas.  Someone with a 'client'.


Before I hung up with him, I DID warn him, that he’d pissed off a chick with a big mouth.
 
Now I’m using that mouth to get the word out.
 
And to warn people.
 
Both about this scam to send cars overseas, and about how Ray MacDonald, car dealer from Salisbury New Brunswick DID manage to screw me over, when he’d promised not to.

Are you REALLY even a car dealer, Ray?
 
 
I still have my Camry.
 
I’ve given up hope on selling it and getting my new-to-me car.
 
I did list it again, yesterday, but I put this line at the very top, “Please note!  This has a v6.  So if you're looking to buy the car to ship it overseas, don't contact me!”
 
Guess it worked, since I’ve only had ONE reply since posting the ad yesterday.

And it's had 245 views. 
 
 
I WILL continue to post things on Kijiji.  It’s still the easiest way to sell items.
 
But, I also think, that the people who DID contact me about the car, and wanted to sell/ship it overseas, and SPECIFICALLY Ray MacDonald, who pretended to be the ‘nice guy’ and ended up screwing me over anyway ….
 
YOU ALL SUCK!
 
K.
 
P.S.  I considered leaving Ray MacDonald’s email address in this post.  So you could all let him know what you think of his underhanded business skills, but … even I’m not THAT mean!

Lucky for you, Ray.