Oookey. Had a kid call in a couple days ago asking if we bought used balls, bags or shoes. I said yeah, come on in and I'll take a look. He came in with a pretty new Ebonite Impact bag, a pair of shoes, and a Firestorm. He also had a White Dot, a pair of shoes and a another kind of old bag. The Firestorm was only 14 pounds, so I said I'd post something on here to see if anybody wanted to buy it. I struck a deal with straightup7 fairly quickly and negotiated a sale. Apologies to him, of course, because he won't be seeing the ball (and I will be promptly refunding his money). The kid came back and I bought the ball from him. Ok, now this guy came into the shop tonight asking about his ball (my boss was there, I wasn't), so my boss gave it back to him. Fortunately enough, this kid called several times (from a few different numbers) asking if I'd found anybody to buy it. We have caller ID at the shop, hehe. Sooo I'm gonna call these numbers back on Monday to see if I can get ahold of him. If I do, I'm going to tell him I found somebody to buy the rest of the stuff (lol, Christmas is such a great excuse, it's perfect!), and see if he'll come back. If he does, me and Mr. Policeman will be waiting for him. Hopefully we'll be able to get all the stuff back, and if nothing else, we'll be able to press charges and the people that were stolen from will be able to at least get some replacements. Hmm, and the guy I was going to send the ball to just happened to be leaving for vacation this weekend, so we made plans for me to send the ball when he got back. Coincedence or divine intervention? Some people may not believe in that, but things like this make you wonder. On top of it all, you have to shake your head at the idiots that try to sell stolen equipment to pro shops. It never works! I'd be REALLY happy if these people were able to get their stuff back.
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The weekly signature series, by Hamster, presenting a mini-series of quotes from the Blue Collar Comedy tour!
"Fishin reminds me of a girl I was with, we went down to the lake down 'ere. She wanted to make love on a horse, and I'd never done it, so we did it, and I'm trying to keep my balance, and she's fallin' off, then the manager at the Wal-Mart came out and unplugged 'er there. I didn't even want to make love on the horse, I wanted to do it on the rocket ship . ."