Well, Sunday morning I woke to the telephone; a friend of mine was alerting me to something of the utmost importance! What could that be? Only a pair of the most awesomest skis ever made, in a size which should suit my son next season! Yes, the mythically legendary Volant Gravity Chubb in a 178!
Of course I flew into action, still bleary eyed and yawning, and scrolled through the Missoula Craigslist. Sure enough they were there, two pair, and one of them in great condition. I called immediately, and upon being disappointed by reaching an answering machine, left a message. I was sweating bullets at the thought of the innumerable hordes which surely were seeking to buy them out from under me.
That night, after returning from work my son informed me that the guy with the skis had returned my call, but being late at night, I couldn't call until the following day. Which I did of course, and wonder of wonders, somehow the vast multitudes, which surely were competing with me, hadn't noticed the add for them, and he agreed to meet with me today. With great pride and joy I returned home with the trophies of triumph, to my son, who exhibited a flash of mild interest for a millisecond before retuning to his Pokemon game.
I forced him to smile for a photo, to document this momentous occasion:
PS: sorry Lars (if you're reading this) if my boy wasn't ready to follow in my shussmarks, I would have secured them for you.