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Apollo
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OK, the title is a little melodramatic, but this was neat enough I wanted to post it.
I made a trade with a guy over the internet a little while back. He had several references, and I sorta knew a friend of his, so I trusted him enough to simul-send. Needless to say, he ripped me off.
Several weeks later, with my emails being ignored, I got rather desperate. I had gotten the impression that he was no older than a teenager. So on a whim, I sent a letter to his house adressed "To the parents of Carl Jurrus." I told them what had happened, and included a copy of our conversation.
Guess what? Today, an envelope showed up adressed to me with the cards inside. There was no note or other message. I can only assume that his parents got it, and made his life rather miserable.
Hehe. I'm happy.
I made a trade with a guy over the internet a little while back. He had several references, and I sorta knew a friend of his, so I trusted him enough to simul-send. Needless to say, he ripped me off.
Several weeks later, with my emails being ignored, I got rather desperate. I had gotten the impression that he was no older than a teenager. So on a whim, I sent a letter to his house adressed "To the parents of Carl Jurrus." I told them what had happened, and included a copy of our conversation.
Guess what? Today, an envelope showed up adressed to me with the cards inside. There was no note or other message. I can only assume that his parents got it, and made his life rather miserable.
Hehe. I'm happy.