A quick little adventure-

Earlier this week I got the idea to use an arrow to carry a fishing line over the top of WTS, and looked around on Craigslist for the needed materials. Among all the different posts about how different people wanted hundreds of dollars for their various hunting bows, I came across a simple ad: "compound bow - $15". It had a picture of a compound bow on a table, and simply read "selling this compound bow, $15.00 o.b.o". I sent an email to this guy, and waited for a response. After two days I had given up on it, deciding that it had either already been sold or didn't exist. Then yesterday I get this email: "still interested in the bow?". I of course was elated and asked if I could pick it up the same day. Then the address turned out to be eight miles away and it was already getting dark.

I called around but the usual people I get rides from were all busy. Then I had the brilliant idea to assume that my friend Luke had a car, and asked him. It turned out that, yes, he did have a car, and yes he wasn't busy. He'd been sick with the flu, but it was okay since I'd had my shots. He said he would pick me up at 5:40, so at 5:30 I started walking towards the meeting point.

On the way there I saw this red swivel chair just sitting outside. This sort of thing immediately grabs my curiosity, so I went over to inspect it. There weren't any people around, the chair didn't smell, it was clean and intact, and there was absolutely no indication that it wasn't being thrown out. So I lifted it up onto my shoulder and ran like a madman across the cut to bring it back to my dorm. I'm sure it was quite a spectacle to see a man in a tweed blazer and a pork-pie hat dashing about with a bright red desk chair hoisted up onto his shoulder.

Anyway, I got back to my room, opened the door, tossed the chair into the middle of the room (much to my surprised roommate's disdain!) and dashed off because I still had to meet up with Luke to go get the bow. Eventually we got to the house, and it was really dark out. We found the correct house, which was tough because it was too dark to see any house numbers.

On our arrival I saw a gentleman outside on his front lawn doing some work with a table saw. I, still dressed like a jazz bassist, exchanged some currency for the bow, wished him a good night, and went back to my dorm room where the night was still not over... because I had Economics homework to finish!