Craigslister #3: We gave up a Paino for a Clipboard instead

Greetings from both of the Craigslisters today!  Boy, do we have quite the story for you!

We've been trying to get a free piano.  No doubt about it, we really really want one.  However--we have no means to haul it to Kellen's house.  We cannot afford a piano mover, nor can we afford just a moving truck, nor can we afford a truck we'd drive ourselves, nor can we afford friends that are strong males who would be willing to lift the piano for us (Anyone interested?  We'll buy you pizza...). 

But there was one piano we were working our bums off trying to get home.  It was listed as a paino, so in all the correspondences with the woman who owned it, we called it a paino.  Then all of a sudden she quit responding to our emails.  When she did respond (on Friday), she said she was out of town on vacation.  That's understandable, we just wish we were able to galavant everywhere ourselves.  We're just too busy being awesome to do so. 

So we were unable to move it.  Rachel wanted to walk it down the street the three miles to get it to Kellen's, but Kellen objected.  The sidewalks aren't very level anyway, and since there was a porch we'd have to take it down, we'd kill ourselves in removing it from the house.  It was best left there.  Maybe the woman could get her children paino lessons someday.

Today we were just hanging out, eating Coldstone Creamery, getting our $10 bills rejected by old Asian men at garage sales (Damn you in your fancy blazer, old man!  It just had a nibble in the corner!), and getting laughed at by some stupid sixteen year old girl working a pathetic part-time job at Sir Bounce-A-Lot's when we asked if we could bounce.  She wouldn't even let us eat pizza there without children between the ages of 3 and 14.  Screw you.  We're writing a letter to your boss and the company about your behavior.  We were in the height limit, and your sign said nothing about ages.

However, after our adventures out on the town, we went to Kellen's to be attacked by his now healthy and totally psychotic cat while looking to see if there were any promising items on Craigslist.  We found a few cool things, but immediately got a response from a man named Andrew.  He seemed polite from his email, and told us that the clipboard he listed was ours and on his porch waiting to be brought home.  We had also inquired about lampshades, but those were already claimed.  He did mention, though, that if no one took them by tomorrow, that we could come back for them.  Huzzah!

So we immediately went out on a walk around 9PM to find our clipboard.  It was dark, creepy, and the item would be in an enclosed porch.  We found the porch, but there were no lights on.  Kellen got scared and made Rachel go first inside to investigate.  "I hope they have no guns," he said.  But we safely found the clipboard, as well as a lampshade (which we did not take, because we're good American citizens), and made it back to Kellen's house in one piece.

While blogging about our clipboard, however, we were interupted by Roger, Kellen's roommate, who was downstairs watching the news.  Osama bin Laden got dead.  Huzzah!  Now hopefully the hard-working men and women overseas can come home and be safely reunited with their babies and partners once again.  Hah, if only it were really that easy.  But we do want them to come home. 

Prediction:  With Osama bin Laden's death, President Obama will be re-elected next term.  (Comment with your thoughts on this!  And the video and blog too!)