Recently, I started reading in one website about this chronicle of how one red paperclip owned by a guy in Canada began a series of trade – 14 to be exact – until he was able to get a brand new house of his own. It’s really ridiculous how this story goes, ridiculous in how the guy made it all possible. And he kept talking about how he’s just an ordinary guy along the way relying on blind luck. Not quite, I thought. It was an amazing story of vision and creativity, not to mention the guy’s determination to follow through with his promise of driving anywhere the deal maker lives in. It was simply plain cool.
But what struck me was the point where he was able to trade that trip to Yahk with a Cintas Box truck. It was pretty amazing to go from a non tangible product to a tangible one in just a few days. One of a kind barter, and that doesn’t happen everyday. It also reminded me that I still have a box truck of my own to sell.
The box truck is not really exactly mine, but more like a complicated gift from my former trucking company after a legal battle. It’s a long story, and I’m more worried now about how I can sell this monstrous thing just sitting out there in the farm, making no miles. I don’t really know much about how much these things are supposed to cost, and I have to repeatedly check www.boxtruckhub.com in order to search for anything that is near the model of my box truck and compare prices so I can detail all the ads I posted online. It’s a good deal of money, which is really rad, but looking for buyers is I think, almost next to impossible.
But then, the trading story had me cooking up an idea. Suppose I place an ad in Craigslist as well, or in one of those swap websites, about my box truck open for a trade? It might be worth a shot, considering that I have pretty much exhausted all other means of putting its availability out there. I’m just stumped, really. And this is all because I ‘won’ the settlement too.
Hopefully I get a few offers before I go insane looking at that truck outside. I really hate it when thing go wasted, especially when there are people out there like the red paperclip guy making ingenious ways to get out of their rut.