Breaking fast

WAS eating my favorite breakfast of deep fried pork belly on top of pumpkin slices, cooked in coconut milk when a message popped up on messenger from my Andriod phone. A seller from Arizona U.S. of A agreed to sell his 1984 vintage all-metal Aladdin lunch box of the Six Million Dollar Man for 25 U.S. dollars. I asked for pictures of the said merchandise and within minutes, eight high-res pics popped up.

Seeing that the metal lunchbox had minimal rust, I agreed to the price and sent the detail contacts to my cousin in Los Angeles. He’ll pay for the amount and have it shipped over his place. Then he’ll send it to me when one of our aunts come moseying in these here parts.

I go back to my breakfast, which I barely touched when another message pops up. This time it’s my editor reminding me that I have a column due. So I shift thru my Word documents and send him a new one. All of these applications and programs are installed on my phone. I stopped writing on my desktop and began using mobile because I do a lot of traveling lately, and its more convenient to use it.

While I’m sending him that, another message pops up: it’s from an interested party who wants to buy a vintage toy I posted in a vintage collection group on Facebook. He wants to see close up pictures of the Styrofoam container of the item I was selling. So I reluctantly go to the shelf and take out the toy... SNAP, SNAP… press send. Within seconds he tells me the price he’s willing to pay. TOO Cheap! Obviously a LOWBALLER! (A term for a buyer who gives you the lowest price for an item both parties know are WORTH SO MUCH MORE!).

I said NO thanks and went back to my