“Make An Offer”
I often spend time on various online guitar sales sites looking at what is up for sale and usually I find something at a good price that piques my interest. I think: “I’d love to get that, but by the time I add in the shipping costs and customs taxes it’s out of my range”. Then I notice the “Make an Offer” button. I feel uncomfortable making a stupid low-ball offer, but usually the seller will make a counter-offer or propose to meet me halfway. I had been looking at a particular guitar and calculated how much it would cost if the shipping and customs charges were removed. I saw that the guitar had been on sale for over a month already with no previous offers at all. Just on a whim I made an offer that was the basic asking price less all the considerable additional charges. I went to bed thinking: “there’s no way that they will accept such a large discount, but it will be interesting to see their counter-offer.”
I woke up the next morning to see a text on my phone: ‘Offer Accepted”. Wow, I didn’t expect that. I suppose the moral is: “nothing ventured, nothing gained.” So another guitar is flying halfway around the planet to live with me, all the way from the UK to Sydney via USA.
For the record: there was no Pinot Noir involved in this process!
I often spend time on various online guitar sales sites looking at what is up for sale and usually I find something at a good price that piques my interest. I think: “I’d love to get that, but by the time I add in the shipping costs and customs taxes it’s out of my range”. Then I notice the “Make an Offer” button. I feel uncomfortable making a stupid low-ball offer, but usually the seller will make a counter-offer or propose to meet me halfway. I had been looking at a particular guitar and calculated how much it would cost if the shipping and customs charges were removed. I saw that the guitar had been on sale for over a month already with no previous offers at all. Just on a whim I made an offer that was the basic asking price less all the considerable additional charges. I went to bed thinking: “there’s no way that they will accept such a large discount, but it will be interesting to see their counter-offer.”
I woke up the next morning to see a text on my phone: ‘Offer Accepted”. Wow, I didn’t expect that. I suppose the moral is: “nothing ventured, nothing gained.” So another guitar is flying halfway around the planet to live with me, all the way from the UK to Sydney via USA.
For the record: there was no Pinot Noir involved in this process!
