Trying to keep up with life’s fast-paced rollercoaster-style ride is not the easiest thing in the world to do. Things hardly go the way you expect them to, and God forbid you actually try to plan anything, because there are too many variables that are always changing. I had planned to sell one of my bars of silver for starters. Several days ago I browsed the internet for a trusted silver dealer that would pay near market price for silver. I’ve been checking with Monex for the market price of silver, which is updated constantly. I finally found APMEX (American Precious Metals Exchange) who will buy your silver for .25 cents under market value, which is actually fair because most companies charge other hidden fees on top of their actual listed fee. Some companies actually have the nerve to try to give you pennyweight value or some other “nonsense” scale not commonly known to most precious metal investors in an attempt to give you very little for your investment.
Now that I’ve made the deal with APMEX for a 100 oz. bar of Pan American silver, and have my confirmation number in hand, the post office is out of the “Flat Rate” box that I happen to need to ship my silver in. This makes me feel a little more than just warm under the collar. I have until tomorrow, Saturday, to ship the bar of silver to keep my end of the deal up. Without the Priority Mail “Small Flat Rate Box,” I would have to either try to pack the bar of silver in a larger flat rate box, and hope that it doesn’t bounce around and tear it’s way through the box, or pack the silver in a plain box which would cost a considerable amount more to ship as regular registered insured mail. A single 100 oz. silver bar weighs more than 7 lbs. when packed and can cost a small fortune to ship. When shipping silver, registered priority mail in a flat rate box is the best and most economical way to ship, because the silver is insured and the customer has to sign for the package.
While walking home, I decided that due to having very little time to ship the silver, I would call my mother in hopes that she could pick up the box that I needed. A few blocks from home, and feeling a little more at ease because I knew my mother would be able to get the flat rate box, it started to rain. I swear it was sunny when we left home! I should have known that the weather would change though because I was feeling a bit stiffer and my bones were aching a bit more than usual; a sign of rain for sure. Since my accident when I had so many broken bones, my body is the most reliable weather forecaster in the area!