Originally from December 26, 2008
I have to share my day after Christmas, because of its outrageousness and whoa factor.
I got up, rented a truck to pick up supplies and wood for a friend's project. We got the truck stuck in the snow of the parking lot of the lumber store. Finally, after rocking the pickup back and forth for 20 minutes, I was able to get the truck unstuck and into the street... going the wrong way on a busy one way.
I got turned around and we headed to the location where we were to drop off the wood. I park in the middle of the street, which is a side street and full of snow, was only plowed probably once right after the snowfall. I get out of the truck, step into the snow and kick something. I look down. It's a gun.
It appears to be a pellet gun to me, so I think "we wouldn't want this laying around" and I put it in the backseat of the truck. I proceed to forget about it for the next 2+ hours, between sliding on the roads, watching the other drivers, and getting the truck stuck again after trying to return it to its parking spot. I do get the truck unstuck after another 30 minutes of rocking and spinning tires. I finally park it in an adjacent spot and call Zipcar and tell them the deal. I load up my things, including the aforementioned gun, and walk a mile home, with the gun in a plastic Safeway grocery bag.
When I get home, I take the gun to the garage and lock it there, awaiting the arrival of my roommate, who was in the military. In the interim, I go to turn on my computer and... it's fried. (Note: I'd had the computer for 31 days as of yesterday). I spent a total of 4 hours on the phone with tech support, half of which was interrupted when their system went down in the middle of our call and they were to call me back.
The roommate arrives after the first round of tech calls and during the wait time for the second round. I take him to the garage and his eyes get big. He says "When you said 'gun', I didn't know you meant a semi-automatic pistol.... that's loaded." I call the police and explain that I've found a gun in the snow, they say they'll send an officer out.
Officer arrives (at the same time that HP Tech Support calls back mind you), basically reads me the riot act that I didn't call the police immediately. I explain I have never seen a gun in my life, much less handled one, and had a) no idea what it was and b) was more concerned with it not being in the middle of the street in the snow. He takes the gun (which my roommate had previously cleared and unloaded the clip). He writes me an evidence receipt which states "one Springfield Armory 40 caliber semi-automatic pistol. one magazine clip with 40 cal hollow point bullets".
Then I call HP back, and to wrap up, basically my computer powersupply or motherboard are fried and they need to ship me a box to ship them my pc for repair. At least 2 weeks with no computer. Again.
What a day.
I have to share my day after Christmas, because of its outrageousness and whoa factor.
I got up, rented a truck to pick up supplies and wood for a friend's project. We got the truck stuck in the snow of the parking lot of the lumber store. Finally, after rocking the pickup back and forth for 20 minutes, I was able to get the truck unstuck and into the street... going the wrong way on a busy one way.
I got turned around and we headed to the location where we were to drop off the wood. I park in the middle of the street, which is a side street and full of snow, was only plowed probably once right after the snowfall. I get out of the truck, step into the snow and kick something. I look down. It's a gun.
It appears to be a pellet gun to me, so I think "we wouldn't want this laying around" and I put it in the backseat of the truck. I proceed to forget about it for the next 2+ hours, between sliding on the roads, watching the other drivers, and getting the truck stuck again after trying to return it to its parking spot. I do get the truck unstuck after another 30 minutes of rocking and spinning tires. I finally park it in an adjacent spot and call Zipcar and tell them the deal. I load up my things, including the aforementioned gun, and walk a mile home, with the gun in a plastic Safeway grocery bag.
When I get home, I take the gun to the garage and lock it there, awaiting the arrival of my roommate, who was in the military. In the interim, I go to turn on my computer and... it's fried. (Note: I'd had the computer for 31 days as of yesterday). I spent a total of 4 hours on the phone with tech support, half of which was interrupted when their system went down in the middle of our call and they were to call me back.
The roommate arrives after the first round of tech calls and during the wait time for the second round. I take him to the garage and his eyes get big. He says "When you said 'gun', I didn't know you meant a semi-automatic pistol.... that's loaded." I call the police and explain that I've found a gun in the snow, they say they'll send an officer out.
Officer arrives (at the same time that HP Tech Support calls back mind you), basically reads me the riot act that I didn't call the police immediately. I explain I have never seen a gun in my life, much less handled one, and had a) no idea what it was and b) was more concerned with it not being in the middle of the street in the snow. He takes the gun (which my roommate had previously cleared and unloaded the clip). He writes me an evidence receipt which states "one Springfield Armory 40 caliber semi-automatic pistol. one magazine clip with 40 cal hollow point bullets".
Then I call HP back, and to wrap up, basically my computer powersupply or motherboard are fried and they need to ship me a box to ship them my pc for repair. At least 2 weeks with no computer. Again.
What a day.
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