When it comes to the automobiles that the IBOs drive, Colin raised an interesting point. Do they recycle them within the sponsorship line and resell them to someone else in the downline or across the line of sponsorship?
That, in my opinion, is quite plausible. The IBOs we knew drove old clunkers that were prone to breaking down at any given moment. In many circumstances, it would have been more cost-effective to purchase another used clunker for a few hundred dollars rather than having the present IBOmobile fixed. When an IBO decided to upgrade to a new vehicle, news was likely conveyed by text, Communikate, or Facebook that a vintage 1970s BMW was for sale and that any IBOs who were interested in purchasing it would have the option to do so. With the help of crossline and downline, the message might reach hundreds of independent business owners.
But when it comes to automobiles and their safety, as well as when it is time to put a clunker out of its misery, it is sometimes simpler to call the junk man to tow the vehicle to the scrap metal facility. He'll most likely pay the IBO $50 to get it removed. However, if the IBO is able to sell it for $100 to an unwary IBO, it would be the more profitable option. Make some money! Isn't that the reason why everyone is involved with Amway?
An acquaintance of one of Ambot's relatives - someone Ambot knows - just received an automobile as a gift from one of their parents. I'm not sure if it was his or her parents, but my recollection is hazy. In any case, their parents purchased a new car for them and handed them their old car, which was a newer model car. As a result, the couple was left with an automobile that was approximately ten years old and in fine condition, but which they no longer wanted. They decided to sell it for $500 in order to get it sold quickly.
In his haste, Ambot informs the sack of shit Platinum about the existence of this vehicle. It may not be the rust bucket 1981 Cadillac that IBOs prefer, but it is an excellent deal if you are looking for a car that is not falling apart and is in good running shape. It turns out that the bag of shit knows a woman who is in need of a car, and they arrange for her to come out and inspect the vehicle. Another possibility is that she opted to purchase the vehicle without seeing it first and a time was scheduled for the cash exchange and vehicle pickup.
You'd think that at this point the transaction should be between the buyer and seller, and that Ambot and the sack of shit Platinum should be able to move away from the picture.
That, however, would be far too simple. The woman who is selling the car calls Ambot to complain about the fact that the buyer did not show up. After that, Ambot contacts the Platinum, and the two of them act as middlemen between the two parties involved in the transaction. And for them, being the middleman is a pain in the neck since, despite all of the difficulties they are experiencing, they receive no commission. It was decided on a new time. And the buyer didn't show up for the second time. And the vendor calls to complain about Ambot once more. This situation played out multiple times in my presence, and each time I was present. In my conversation with Ambot, I expressed my dissatisfaction with the fucking automobile and expressed my desire not to hear anything again about it. If the woman who wanted to buy it didn't show up, the seller should post a notice on Craigslist to let people know she was still interested. The car will be given to the first person who arrives with cash.
No. That would be far too simple. And the b*tch kept calling Ambot to express her dissatisfaction with the buyer's failure to appear. To put it another way, how many no-shows does it take for the vendor to get the message? As far as I can tell, she takes pleasure in taunting me and calling Ambot to b*tch bitch bitch I wanted him to pass me the phone so I could call her and tell her how much I hated her fucking automobile, but he didn't want me to cuss her out in public. I figure that if I curse her out, it will be the last time we hear from her, and she will be gone for good. These individuals are bizarre. Despite the fact that they live in a wonderful development developed in the 1970s, where all of the houses and yards are neat and tidy, they are not. Their house was painted a strange shade of orange, which seemed out of place. It's the front of the house, to be precise. Maybe they ran out of the orange paint that glows in the dark? The sides and rear of the house were painted in three distinct colours: white on one side, brown on the other, and I believe the other was a shade of tan on the other side of the house. She was a bit of a hoarder. Have you ever seen the show about hoarders on television? She may not have been as horrible as some of the people I've seen on that show, but she was on her way to being one. Unfortunately, I had the misfortune of entering the residence. Rooms that were so crammed with trash that you couldn't walk into them, or rooms that were so closed off that visitors couldn't see into them. There was no more room on the kitchen counters for anything to be placed on them. The filthy dishes piled up to three feet over the sink. They had a lot of junk spilling out of the home into the lawn, and they had some really bizarre garish decorations in the yard. The used toilet in the front yard as flower planter is not something everyone can pull off, but it looked right at home here amongst the other rubbish. It was guarded by a whole army of shattered roaming gnomes. You know there's always going to be one house in a neighbourhood that looks bad!
Anyway, let's get back to the dreadful automobile situation that has been going on for almost a month. Finally, the Platinum was able to find a different buyer, and the car transaction was completed.
What really pissed me off the most was that we were no longer doing anything with Amway so why the hell was Ambot playing used car salesman without a commission?
Must have been the same reason he played at being an Amway businessman with no commission.
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