Uhh... did you say ... "Ding"???
What are friends for?
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Uhh... did you say ... "Ding"???
Good point. If you have no sales receipt and there's no serial number on the item, hard to prove it's yours.
I've purchased most of my cues here on AZ and one from e-bay. Have kept a copy of the original ad plus my receipt from Paypal.
Reminds me that I need to take my own pictures and document them on my homeowner's insurance policy (no extra cost really since they are already covered if I can show proof I have them).
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But, back to the OP's situation. What I suggested was meant to stir up the pot and get the situation resolved. Even if the person can't prove that the cue is theirs, the threat of involving the police often gets people to sober up, take a hard look at what their position is and do what is necessary to resolve the situation amicably without involving the police.
I don't even let people play with my cue. Guess I'm an a-hole.
What a Shame
This is as bad as the post about the AZer who got taken by that jerk that was selling a case and everyone helped track him down.
Friend "B" is the type of "Dirt Bag" that gives pool a bad name.
This is as bad as the post about the AZer who got taken by that jerk that was selling a case and everyone helped track him down.
Friend "B" is the type of "Dirt Bag" that gives pool a bad name.
I always keep receipts. Besides, if enough people have seen the cue in your possession, that should be enough. And, I don't buy production cues!
Payback
A friend bought a sneaky-pete ebony butt to me once.He had bought it
at a very low price and needed a shaft.It had been stolen from me so i
gave him the original shaft as a gift without enlightening him of the
history of the cue.I found out who he bought it from and over the next
few months i tortured him with proposition bets.I also imported a few
players who kept him broke.
To this day i've never told him and any time i shake hands after a match
i check to see if i still got my watch.....but so does he!
That butt cost him a few thousand.
A friend bought a sneaky-pete ebony butt to me once.He had bought it
at a very low price and needed a shaft.It had been stolen from me so i
gave him the original shaft as a gift without enlightening him of the
history of the cue.I found out who he bought it from and over the next
few months i tortured him with proposition bets.I also imported a few
players who kept him broke.
To this day i've never told him and any time i shake hands after a match
i check to see if i still got my watch.....but so does he!
That butt cost him a few thousand.
Underneath the butt cap on my cue is a round piece of paper with my name and telephone number on it. If I ever had to prove to the police it was mine I would ask them to unscrew it and look!
Yep, sounds good.
I'd approach the guy with the cue politely in a matter-of-fact way and say the cue was mine and I'd prefer to get it back without involving the police and keep it between Friend B and me (in which case I would eventually take $50 out of Friend B's hide some way or another and the issue would be over).
But, if the guy with the cue wants to be a hard a$$, and refuse to cooperate, thank him for his time and let him know that when the police show up they will seize the cue for evidence and he will hopefully be left holding the bag (instead of $50).
BTW: Does the guy with the cue have a bill of sale from Friend B?
Secaucus Fats
Banned
Posts like this remind me of why I do not lend any of my cues to anyone, for any reason. I treat my cues, even the least expensive ones, like they're my babies.
I don't care if someone thinks I'm a selfish a-hole, that's still better than what he would think after I beat the absolute living hell out of him if he damaged or sold one of my cues. I know that may not jive with my Buddhist views, but hey..the Buddha never played pool!
I don't care if someone thinks I'm a selfish a-hole, that's still better than what he would think after I beat the absolute living hell out of him if he damaged or sold one of my cues. I know that may not jive with my Buddhist views, but hey..the Buddha never played pool!
I think one of the most important things to take away from this thread is that just because you've shot some pool and swapped dirty jokes with someone a few times, that doesn't make them your friend.
I don't know how well "A" knew "B" in this case, but I can honestly say that none of the people I call friend would do something like this to me. That may have something to do with the fact that if a friend of mine is hurting for money, they know all they need do is call me. I've helped out my friends in this way before and will do so again, because my friends respect me enough pay me back when the say they will, and if for some reason they can't, they call me and tell me.
We all want to think that everyone is good a trustworthy. They're not.
I don't know how well "A" knew "B" in this case, but I can honestly say that none of the people I call friend would do something like this to me. That may have something to do with the fact that if a friend of mine is hurting for money, they know all they need do is call me. I've helped out my friends in this way before and will do so again, because my friends respect me enough pay me back when the say they will, and if for some reason they can't, they call me and tell me.
We all want to think that everyone is good a trustworthy. They're not.
Good work. Most people don't have the patience or self control to do it that way.
I'm the same way. I go so far as to take my cue to the mens room with me. My cue has been in the mens room of every pool hall and bar I've played in. I was hitting balls at home one day and without thinking about it I went to take a leak and took my cue with me.
I leaned my cue on the wall, got my break cue, broke, looked up and some guy was holding my cue. He didn't realize that he grabbed the wrong cue. Not sure if he was drunk or senile but that's how fast something can happen to your cue if you aren't paying attention.
how a friend got a bad reputation . . .
A friend of mine went out of town for a few days on business. When he got back he found his apartment totally wrecked. His cues, stereo, TV, pretty much everything of value gone but to add insult to injury the perp had totally wrecked his apartment besides.
As D is stomping around his apartment stewing he gets a phone call from a friend. X, a drug using acquaintance, had passed by his friend's house trying to sell him D's stereo. As D is driving towards X's apartment he sees him coming from the other direction. A screaming U-turn in the middle of a four lane and the chase, and running gunfight, is on. X makes a few blocks and gets back headed towards his apartment. Somewhere along the way he ran out of ammo so when he got to the apartment he jumps out of his car and runs to his apartment to lock himself in. D ain't a huge guy but he was annoyed. He pretty thoroughly stomped X, recovered all of the stolen goods that X still had and trashed everything else in the apartment.
Somehow this still didn't seem quite adequate yet. As it happened X and D both wore pony tails at the time. D pulled out his knife to remove X's pony tail. X wasn't cooperating with the idea so he lost the pony tail and a good bit of scalp too. D being that kind of guy hung the pony tail from the antenna of his pick-up where it flew for almost a year before it got lost. D told me he didn't understand it , "you scalp just one person and everybody thinks you are a bad a$$!"
Hu
A friend of mine went out of town for a few days on business. When he got back he found his apartment totally wrecked. His cues, stereo, TV, pretty much everything of value gone but to add insult to injury the perp had totally wrecked his apartment besides.
As D is stomping around his apartment stewing he gets a phone call from a friend. X, a drug using acquaintance, had passed by his friend's house trying to sell him D's stereo. As D is driving towards X's apartment he sees him coming from the other direction. A screaming U-turn in the middle of a four lane and the chase, and running gunfight, is on. X makes a few blocks and gets back headed towards his apartment. Somewhere along the way he ran out of ammo so when he got to the apartment he jumps out of his car and runs to his apartment to lock himself in. D ain't a huge guy but he was annoyed. He pretty thoroughly stomped X, recovered all of the stolen goods that X still had and trashed everything else in the apartment.
Somehow this still didn't seem quite adequate yet. As it happened X and D both wore pony tails at the time. D pulled out his knife to remove X's pony tail. X wasn't cooperating with the idea so he lost the pony tail and a good bit of scalp too. D being that kind of guy hung the pony tail from the antenna of his pick-up where it flew for almost a year before it got lost. D told me he didn't understand it , "you scalp just one person and everybody thinks you are a bad a$$!"
Hu