Kovacs Caprios wrote:
I have noticed a few folks hate paypal.
I have never had any problems so far. What bad experiences have you lot had?
It's quite simple. When I was a child I went to an amusement park with my mother and father, and I recall how I held their hand. I held tight, because as I walked through the gates I sensed that there was something wrong with the place. Ahead of me the hill sloped up to a wooded crest, a deep rich green against an azure sky, the gravel path before us bracketed by stalls and games. We ascended and pushed through the green, and below us a deep, small valley fell into view, shaped like a bowl. At the bottom lay a small stream, and the paths wound down to the little red bridge that spanned it. Folk below us ambled along the pathways, but to my surprise there seemed to be few rides worth mounting. I looked and saw sad shacks of rifle-ranges and hook-a-duck, flabby bouncy castles, spinning teacup rides and other half-hearted offerings dwelling upon the dank grass. Mother and father smiled with placid contentment, and finding a park bench, sat - shooing me away to explore. I wound my way down to the belly of the valley, trying not to look into the troubled faces of the other children. Presently, I came upon a little clump of trees, and I pushed inside - a picture book within my pocket to sit and read, in nervous contempt of the park. But there, in the dark heart, upon a low wall, fixed a gaping metal thing with hysterical eyes and crimson lips. Beneath the jaunty-capped monstrosity was a sign reading 'Humptey Dumptey', but the clown like apparition bore scant resemblance - appearing instead to be a foul fairground ghoul from the age of organ-grinders and opium dens. Its painted skin was flaking and white as ivory and its teeth shone with a cruel metal gleam. And there, mouth working with a creak and a drunken, slurring, grating voice issuing from within the soot coloured maw, it told me things.
Mainly it told me not to use paypal, or it'd come and fuck me up.