As a follow up to my last post. I have yet another story about trading a firearm.
To stay completely legal some details may be smudged or changed a little, but this is what happened.
Came into a long gun a few weeks ago. Went out and shot it. Realized it's not what I want and I have been toying with the idea of selling or trading it to fund other things. Have had a couple offers from people that I know personally here and there and wasn't really listening to any of them. So finally today I put an ad up for it at around 1400. Within the hour had a few hits. Two caught my interest. One was local one was out of town, about a two hour drive. Not a fan of hoping in the car and driving unless it's a sweet deal, with sugar on top.
After I posted the Ad I grabbed a friend and went to the local gun store. Looked at guns here and there, realized I'll never be able to afford what I really want and decided to leave. Still had the two people waiting for a meeting time.
Decided it can't hurt to go look at one of the ads. guy was just getting off work and wanted to meet. Gave the time and place. The AM/PM Gas station that is basically under the freeway in the middle of town.
Lets take a moment to love Arizona. It's legal here to Strap on a thigh holster with a fully loaded pistol, have a loaded sniper rifle across your back, a tactical carbine in your paws, a concealed gun somewhere on you, and as much ammo as you can carry and go walking around downtown. nobody says anything, or even looks at your weird.
So I get the call from the guy confirming the meeting, go change into my "gun buying outfit" which consists of Tac Pants and a T-shirt with either boots or running shoes and go load up my car with enough weaponry to hold off the Russians for a fair amount of time. (yes it is a sight to see.)
Go to the meeting and right in front of the gas station doors I meet this guy. Younger guy, knows whats he's doing so no worries. The lights are the best there. So I pull out my long gun and he pulls out the gun he is offering in the trade. After we show each other neither of us have loaded guns we show and tell. Waving, aiming, and dry firing guns in front of a gas station with people walking by. Not one person blinks. Some guy walking past even said something like "you guys going shooting?" (it's 9 at night). At least he didn't ask to hold one of the guns.
He agrees to the trade and I give it the OK. ATF is closed so I can't run the serial numbers, that will wait until the next day. We trade email, phone, Drivers numbers and pack up the car, shake hands and go about our separate ways. All in a days work.
Friday, October 28, 2011
My Gun Dealer Antics
If you work for ATF, FBI, or CIA please don't read any further, I don't want to be put on a watch list.
Over the past few months I have become quite the little weapons dealer. There is a local website specific to here in Tucson that is like the Craigslist of Guns. I frequent this page about every hour. Looking for new deals and always trying to buy sell and trade.
The way the website works is the gun ad comes up and you reply to the ad. So the guy that posted the ad can see your email address and whatever you put in the reply but you don't see any of his contact info. Giving the Seller some protection.
In today's world everyone gets email on there phone, so you send the reply and if you give your phone number you'll get a call almost right away. Do a little chit chat, talk about the gun, give the basic specs. If everyone is happy you agree to a meeting. obviously the more well lit, populated places are the safest. Your basically asking to get robbed if your not at a gun store or gas station (lots of cameras).
Looking through ads you can see pics and everything on the site. You see something you like you go to some other websites to check out the price, read reviews on the gun and decide if you want it or not. Decide to meet the guy set up time and place and boom. Trade phone numbers, driver license numbers and gun serial numbers, pay the agreed price and off you go.
On a average day I can move a gun in about 3 hours. Or that is the fastest I have ever done it. ad comes up, you run your checks and meet the guy and buy the gun. Get the gun home clean and lube it, test fire with the snap caps, clean and lube the mags and whatever else it came with, throw the gun back up and a different website with a slightly higher price and you'll have hits within the hour. Start the process over.
Making money isn't the end goal in my world, it's more about the self imposed challenge to trade up to eventually end up with something expensive, in good condition that you love.
Pretty sweet business if you have a knack for up selling stuff and can convince someone to see your side of it.
Over the past few months I have become quite the little weapons dealer. There is a local website specific to here in Tucson that is like the Craigslist of Guns. I frequent this page about every hour. Looking for new deals and always trying to buy sell and trade.
The way the website works is the gun ad comes up and you reply to the ad. So the guy that posted the ad can see your email address and whatever you put in the reply but you don't see any of his contact info. Giving the Seller some protection.
In today's world everyone gets email on there phone, so you send the reply and if you give your phone number you'll get a call almost right away. Do a little chit chat, talk about the gun, give the basic specs. If everyone is happy you agree to a meeting. obviously the more well lit, populated places are the safest. Your basically asking to get robbed if your not at a gun store or gas station (lots of cameras).
Looking through ads you can see pics and everything on the site. You see something you like you go to some other websites to check out the price, read reviews on the gun and decide if you want it or not. Decide to meet the guy set up time and place and boom. Trade phone numbers, driver license numbers and gun serial numbers, pay the agreed price and off you go.
On a average day I can move a gun in about 3 hours. Or that is the fastest I have ever done it. ad comes up, you run your checks and meet the guy and buy the gun. Get the gun home clean and lube it, test fire with the snap caps, clean and lube the mags and whatever else it came with, throw the gun back up and a different website with a slightly higher price and you'll have hits within the hour. Start the process over.
Making money isn't the end goal in my world, it's more about the self imposed challenge to trade up to eventually end up with something expensive, in good condition that you love.
Pretty sweet business if you have a knack for up selling stuff and can convince someone to see your side of it.
Passing Police Cars while Driving?
When driving around eating doughnuts Cops always go above or below the speed limit. They do this for the sole purpose of pissing you off while proving they are above the law.
Well i'm tired of this shit. So I personally take a stand to either get in their way and go WAY under the speed limit, fly past them go tailgate like I'm driving the Indy 500 (and on most days I am). This concept usually works pretty well as when you fly past them you can weave into traffic and make a turn somewhere in the near future or cut them off and slam on the brakes and act lost. You can tell when your plan is working because they will flash their lights which means "get the fuck outta my way" or they drive past and give some type of hand motion that says "What the hell are you doing." So far this plan has never backfired, once they are out of sight it's back to driving like I just stole it.
Key words were "SO FAR"
Driving around tonight I was getting on the freeway and saw a cop turning in front of my to get onto the on ramp. The car was probably about 1000ft in front of me and he was on the on ramp. Game time. Pedal to the metal and I'm on his ass inside of 2 seconds as he is laa-dee-daa'ing his way up the ramp on onto the freeway. like most shitty Tucson drivers, they fail to realize cars on the freeway go fast, much faster then their current speed. So as semi's are blasting past me and this cop, who is all of 3 feet bumper to bumper in front of me, I merge over the little white lines and jump in behind yet another semi who is flying past.
At this point all my actions are justifiable. I am merging onto a FREEWAY and need to match the speed of the flow of traffic. The car in front of me( the cop) is not accelerating a speed which I feel is a safe highway speed and therefore I feel that I'm going to either get rear ended by a passing car or have to take the next exit and try again.
Once I get in behind the semi and match his speed I pass the cop, who now is obviously annoyed with me. I hop to the next lane over and stomp it again and fly past the semi. Cruising down the highway I see the cop get around the semi and floor it until he is on my ass, much like cops do when they are running your plates. So I brake check him, trying to taunt him as if saying "Do it, pull me over!" Anticipating blue and red lights within the next 10 seconds I get over in the slow lane, cop still riding my ass. We go about another 2 miles at 45 with traffic flying past us and clearly merging to get around us.
At this point I have had it. Speed limit is 65 so I can do 80 safely and my exit is now coming up. So once again I floor it and leave the cop in the dust. right as I start pulling off into the exit lane here comes the cop, probably doing about 100 to "one up" me. I time it right look over and flick him off.
His response. Turn on his red and blue flashy lights, cut me off and fly down the exit, through the red light at the intersection then turn his lights off on the other side and get on the on ramp back onto the freeway.
Cop 1 Me 0
Well i'm tired of this shit. So I personally take a stand to either get in their way and go WAY under the speed limit, fly past them go tailgate like I'm driving the Indy 500 (and on most days I am). This concept usually works pretty well as when you fly past them you can weave into traffic and make a turn somewhere in the near future or cut them off and slam on the brakes and act lost. You can tell when your plan is working because they will flash their lights which means "get the fuck outta my way" or they drive past and give some type of hand motion that says "What the hell are you doing." So far this plan has never backfired, once they are out of sight it's back to driving like I just stole it.
Key words were "SO FAR"
Driving around tonight I was getting on the freeway and saw a cop turning in front of my to get onto the on ramp. The car was probably about 1000ft in front of me and he was on the on ramp. Game time. Pedal to the metal and I'm on his ass inside of 2 seconds as he is laa-dee-daa'ing his way up the ramp on onto the freeway. like most shitty Tucson drivers, they fail to realize cars on the freeway go fast, much faster then their current speed. So as semi's are blasting past me and this cop, who is all of 3 feet bumper to bumper in front of me, I merge over the little white lines and jump in behind yet another semi who is flying past.
At this point all my actions are justifiable. I am merging onto a FREEWAY and need to match the speed of the flow of traffic. The car in front of me( the cop) is not accelerating a speed which I feel is a safe highway speed and therefore I feel that I'm going to either get rear ended by a passing car or have to take the next exit and try again.
Once I get in behind the semi and match his speed I pass the cop, who now is obviously annoyed with me. I hop to the next lane over and stomp it again and fly past the semi. Cruising down the highway I see the cop get around the semi and floor it until he is on my ass, much like cops do when they are running your plates. So I brake check him, trying to taunt him as if saying "Do it, pull me over!" Anticipating blue and red lights within the next 10 seconds I get over in the slow lane, cop still riding my ass. We go about another 2 miles at 45 with traffic flying past us and clearly merging to get around us.
At this point I have had it. Speed limit is 65 so I can do 80 safely and my exit is now coming up. So once again I floor it and leave the cop in the dust. right as I start pulling off into the exit lane here comes the cop, probably doing about 100 to "one up" me. I time it right look over and flick him off.
His response. Turn on his red and blue flashy lights, cut me off and fly down the exit, through the red light at the intersection then turn his lights off on the other side and get on the on ramp back onto the freeway.
Cop 1 Me 0
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Finding a Sponsorship in a Socialist Economy
For the last 3 or 4 months I have been looking for a sponsorship for myself and for the U of A team. This is quite the challenge. Having absolutely no idea of how to go about this I figured the easiest way to do this would be to pick up the phone and call people and tell them who I am and what I want. Easier said then done.
Since I just bought a super expensive Browning Shotgun, I decided to call them first. After spending half my day on hold I reached the Marketing/Media department.
This was the first lesson, instantly call a company and ask for the Marketing/Media/Sponsorship Department.
After I go through my little dissertation of who I am and what I want, The lady on the other end of the phone informs me that the Browning Image only sponsors teams that already has a "small time sponsor" such as a local gun store or gun club. At first i was quite shocked. I just paid 1/200th of a million dollars for a shotgun from your company and you won't even give me the time of day.
Next company I have in mind is Briley, they make the choke tubes that I also paid a large amount of money for. For as big as a company as they are, they have a extremely small staff. I contacted them and went through the same process only to end up with the same result. They also said I need to have a small time sponsorship in order to be considered by them.
Throughout the process of this phone call I had been looking on the Briley website and found another choke tube set that I REALLY liked. of course these were 60 bucks a tube, and there are 7 tubes.
After this somewhat depressing call I took to looking up every gun store in Tucson, which was fairly easy since I'm at each establishment once a week. being at each store once a week I am a well known customer and well known customers know the owners of the establishments.
Every place I called I got the same answer: They aren't making enough money to be able to give me or the U of A team anything. Thanks to Mr. Obama and our awesome economy I am now in debt up to my eyeballs paying for this stuff myself, spending easily 300 dollars in a weekend.
The last place I call is a local Police Supply Store way out on the complete other side of town. After many emails back and forth I finally get a meeting. Of course looking like a total badass, FBI black suit with a white shirt and tie, sporting a Kimber and my shotgun with my black portfolio. After we talked shotguns and shooting in general, he said he'll let me know what him and the company can do. I did have to pick his mouth up off the ground after I told him my personal cost for a weekend of shooting, totaling about 300-350 dollars in two days.
After a few more emails and phones calls I ended up getting another meeting. Which after the time that had elapsed between the last meeting, any news was good news. In the end the owner of the company ended up giving us everything he could, which straight money was not a lot, but the connection had been made and now I have a company that can back my habit and a person to turn to in the event I need anything. Especially the free hats for the entire team, a person can never have enough hats.
Immediately after I had the check in my possession I was back on the phone with Browning, Bretta, Fiocchi, Remington, BlackHawk! and 5.11 Tactical. it is alarming how fast I how to speak to different people in somewhat higher places. That very day I had two pages of names and contact information for companies to send my information to.
The next day I had sent out 3 faxes to 3 different brand name companies and a ton of emails to other companies. So far I have gotten one reply from 5.11 Tactical. Remington and Fiocchi have phone teleconferences with me on Friday and Monday respectively.
All in all not to bad for just under 4 months of work. Although the cost is still mounting as this weekend I am on the road to shoot at two different facilities in a different part of the state. Kind of depressing when you entire paycheck is gone within 6 hours of getting it.
Moral of this story here is That if anyone reading this has an excess of money I would like some. Also that getting someone to sponsor you is an incredibly fucking painful process. Will keep this updated as it goes.
Since I just bought a super expensive Browning Shotgun, I decided to call them first. After spending half my day on hold I reached the Marketing/Media department.
This was the first lesson, instantly call a company and ask for the Marketing/Media/Sponsorship Department.
After I go through my little dissertation of who I am and what I want, The lady on the other end of the phone informs me that the Browning Image only sponsors teams that already has a "small time sponsor" such as a local gun store or gun club. At first i was quite shocked. I just paid 1/200th of a million dollars for a shotgun from your company and you won't even give me the time of day.
Next company I have in mind is Briley, they make the choke tubes that I also paid a large amount of money for. For as big as a company as they are, they have a extremely small staff. I contacted them and went through the same process only to end up with the same result. They also said I need to have a small time sponsorship in order to be considered by them.
Throughout the process of this phone call I had been looking on the Briley website and found another choke tube set that I REALLY liked. of course these were 60 bucks a tube, and there are 7 tubes.
After this somewhat depressing call I took to looking up every gun store in Tucson, which was fairly easy since I'm at each establishment once a week. being at each store once a week I am a well known customer and well known customers know the owners of the establishments.
Every place I called I got the same answer: They aren't making enough money to be able to give me or the U of A team anything. Thanks to Mr. Obama and our awesome economy I am now in debt up to my eyeballs paying for this stuff myself, spending easily 300 dollars in a weekend.
The last place I call is a local Police Supply Store way out on the complete other side of town. After many emails back and forth I finally get a meeting. Of course looking like a total badass, FBI black suit with a white shirt and tie, sporting a Kimber and my shotgun with my black portfolio. After we talked shotguns and shooting in general, he said he'll let me know what him and the company can do. I did have to pick his mouth up off the ground after I told him my personal cost for a weekend of shooting, totaling about 300-350 dollars in two days.
After a few more emails and phones calls I ended up getting another meeting. Which after the time that had elapsed between the last meeting, any news was good news. In the end the owner of the company ended up giving us everything he could, which straight money was not a lot, but the connection had been made and now I have a company that can back my habit and a person to turn to in the event I need anything. Especially the free hats for the entire team, a person can never have enough hats.
Immediately after I had the check in my possession I was back on the phone with Browning, Bretta, Fiocchi, Remington, BlackHawk! and 5.11 Tactical. it is alarming how fast I how to speak to different people in somewhat higher places. That very day I had two pages of names and contact information for companies to send my information to.
The next day I had sent out 3 faxes to 3 different brand name companies and a ton of emails to other companies. So far I have gotten one reply from 5.11 Tactical. Remington and Fiocchi have phone teleconferences with me on Friday and Monday respectively.
All in all not to bad for just under 4 months of work. Although the cost is still mounting as this weekend I am on the road to shoot at two different facilities in a different part of the state. Kind of depressing when you entire paycheck is gone within 6 hours of getting it.
Moral of this story here is That if anyone reading this has an excess of money I would like some. Also that getting someone to sponsor you is an incredibly fucking painful process. Will keep this updated as it goes.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Second adventure Shooting on DM-AFB
So the most recent weekend shooting adventure happened at DM-AFB with my dad. had an optional practice on Saturday Morning so I asked my dad to come with me to the base trap and skeet range to have fun and not really care about anything other then discharging a weapon and having fun. Of course it was another interesting day with a group of somewhat clueless people swinging shotguns around.
Got there before they opened like usual and no one but my dad and I are out there. The two skeet fields are packed with people so we thought we had gotten luck and could goof around shooting by ourselves. That last a whole 3 min before people showed up from no where and started asking two shoot with us, including a 98 year old lady and two Colonel looking guys. Assuming everyone knows what they are doing my dad and I take up station and the others follow in suit. Only at this point do my dad and I realize that the 2 Colonel looking guys have no idea what they are doing. The fact that they were using 20g guns should have been a red flag (real men shoot a 12).
As we get up there these two guys ask what we are supposed to do. At this point I'm in super shooting mode and don't want to take to time explain the rules of the sport other then "Stand there, yell something like "Pull!" and then shoot at the bird." Both the guys nod at me like they are having a seizure. Then they proceed to just lay their shotguns down on the ground, take out some shells of the box, also on the ground and load them into the shotgun. Breaking like 5 ranges laws and one life law that you never become separated from your weapon. At this point if zombies come I would trip these two guys and run. Sorry guys, someone has to be zombie bait.
I forgot the little shell carrier pouch thing for my dad. So like the badass he is, just dumps the shells in his pockets and is ready to go, why the two Colonels couldn't figure out how to use their pockets no one will ever figure out.
After the first round we all go back and regroup, next round up we need a puller and the old lady says she'll do it. So With shotgun in hand I walk over and offer the old lady my arm and walk her out to the stand. Total ladies man that I am. Pretty sure I could have gotten a kiss if I tried, or at least some free cookies. My dad was also laughing at my suave.
We get out on the line and are talking and goofing around for about 45 seconds when the old lady yells "Are you kids gonna shoot or just socialize all day!" That got us down to business.
Overall it was a good day, dropped one bird on every round so no perfects, but still better then most.
Got there before they opened like usual and no one but my dad and I are out there. The two skeet fields are packed with people so we thought we had gotten luck and could goof around shooting by ourselves. That last a whole 3 min before people showed up from no where and started asking two shoot with us, including a 98 year old lady and two Colonel looking guys. Assuming everyone knows what they are doing my dad and I take up station and the others follow in suit. Only at this point do my dad and I realize that the 2 Colonel looking guys have no idea what they are doing. The fact that they were using 20g guns should have been a red flag (real men shoot a 12).
As we get up there these two guys ask what we are supposed to do. At this point I'm in super shooting mode and don't want to take to time explain the rules of the sport other then "Stand there, yell something like "Pull!" and then shoot at the bird." Both the guys nod at me like they are having a seizure. Then they proceed to just lay their shotguns down on the ground, take out some shells of the box, also on the ground and load them into the shotgun. Breaking like 5 ranges laws and one life law that you never become separated from your weapon. At this point if zombies come I would trip these two guys and run. Sorry guys, someone has to be zombie bait.
I forgot the little shell carrier pouch thing for my dad. So like the badass he is, just dumps the shells in his pockets and is ready to go, why the two Colonels couldn't figure out how to use their pockets no one will ever figure out.
After the first round we all go back and regroup, next round up we need a puller and the old lady says she'll do it. So With shotgun in hand I walk over and offer the old lady my arm and walk her out to the stand. Total ladies man that I am. Pretty sure I could have gotten a kiss if I tried, or at least some free cookies. My dad was also laughing at my suave.
We get out on the line and are talking and goofing around for about 45 seconds when the old lady yells "Are you kids gonna shoot or just socialize all day!" That got us down to business.
Overall it was a good day, dropped one bird on every round so no perfects, but still better then most.
Friday, May 20, 2011
First Police Experience of the Summer!
After finishing my nighttime patrol of my apartment complex I determined that I was incredibly hungry and needs to drive somewhere to get food. At a party the night before, some people went to get food and I threw a few dollars their way to bring me something back. They brought back McDonalds, and it was delicious. So tonight I headed to the local Golden Archways myself and had some food.
On the way to the place, I pass by a Frat house which I can see police lights at the far side of the house. Only saw two cars so figured it was another retarded Frat function that is a waste of time. I enjoy another 2 Double Quarter Pounders and my drink and head back to my car. On the way back I decide to go check out the Frat house and see whats going on.
On pass one I determine that there are 3 squad cars and 2 SUV's outside with 1 unmarked and a gaggle of Frat/douche bag guys standing there. Having worked with the Police force in a past job I know that this is ALL of there night shift, standing outside this Frat house, talking to these guys. I determine this deserves at least one more pass to get the full effect and get a good laugh out of other peoples misfortune.
Driving down the road for pass two I see a empty lot right across the street (how lucky can I be) and I pull in. Once in said lot I go into "Ninja Mode" and kill all outside lights so the car is basically invisible. Kill the engine and drift across the empty lot until I am literally three feet away from a squad car that is in the road. Ninja Stalk successful, no one had noticed me and now no one can see my car due to it's perfect placement behind the squad car.
Now that I'm in position I Duke's of Hazzard out the open window and stand there. Listen for all of two seconds before someone notices me and starts yelling in my direction. Obviously he is drunk so I have about another 2 minutes of him belligerently yelling at me before one of the Officers turns around and sees me standing there. I know I'm not suppose to be there and so does she. She gives the look of "This isn't gonna turn out well for you if you stay here" so I pretend not to see it and keep starring at the guy yelling at me.
As he keeps yelling, the Officer determines it is time for me to leave. As she walks over he follows halfway over and still yelling at me about whatever, I play dumb citizen and look completely in the other direction at the hospital acting like I'm minding my own business. At this point Mrs. Lady Cop turns around to tell Frat Fag to shut up and he says to her "no no no no, that dick over there by your car needs to leave, (now yelling at me) THIS IS OFFICIAL PI KAPP BUSINESS!"
Realizing I'm about to end up on the wrong end of something here I quickly throw back my reply
"Oh ya douche-fag, thats why you have 6 Cops out here on your front lawn of you Fag-house!"
This must have enraged the individual who was already yelling at me as he was now running at me Lady cop right behind him. At this point I disregard the door to my car entirely and go in feet first, luckily I land in somewhat of a good driving position. Also saving my ass by leaving the keys in the ignition, I turn it on and still in Ninja Mode (no lights on) peel out and go flying across the parking lot to the exit and then out onto the main road. No one followed that I saw.
Unfortunately I never found out what really happened tonight. Funny to think school hasn't even been out a whole week and these stupid ass frat kids still attracted the ENTIRE UAPD night shift for whatever they were doing.
On the way to the place, I pass by a Frat house which I can see police lights at the far side of the house. Only saw two cars so figured it was another retarded Frat function that is a waste of time. I enjoy another 2 Double Quarter Pounders and my drink and head back to my car. On the way back I decide to go check out the Frat house and see whats going on.
On pass one I determine that there are 3 squad cars and 2 SUV's outside with 1 unmarked and a gaggle of Frat/douche bag guys standing there. Having worked with the Police force in a past job I know that this is ALL of there night shift, standing outside this Frat house, talking to these guys. I determine this deserves at least one more pass to get the full effect and get a good laugh out of other peoples misfortune.
Driving down the road for pass two I see a empty lot right across the street (how lucky can I be) and I pull in. Once in said lot I go into "Ninja Mode" and kill all outside lights so the car is basically invisible. Kill the engine and drift across the empty lot until I am literally three feet away from a squad car that is in the road. Ninja Stalk successful, no one had noticed me and now no one can see my car due to it's perfect placement behind the squad car.
Now that I'm in position I Duke's of Hazzard out the open window and stand there. Listen for all of two seconds before someone notices me and starts yelling in my direction. Obviously he is drunk so I have about another 2 minutes of him belligerently yelling at me before one of the Officers turns around and sees me standing there. I know I'm not suppose to be there and so does she. She gives the look of "This isn't gonna turn out well for you if you stay here" so I pretend not to see it and keep starring at the guy yelling at me.
As he keeps yelling, the Officer determines it is time for me to leave. As she walks over he follows halfway over and still yelling at me about whatever, I play dumb citizen and look completely in the other direction at the hospital acting like I'm minding my own business. At this point Mrs. Lady Cop turns around to tell Frat Fag to shut up and he says to her "no no no no, that dick over there by your car needs to leave, (now yelling at me) THIS IS OFFICIAL PI KAPP BUSINESS!"
Realizing I'm about to end up on the wrong end of something here I quickly throw back my reply
"Oh ya douche-fag, thats why you have 6 Cops out here on your front lawn of you Fag-house!"
This must have enraged the individual who was already yelling at me as he was now running at me Lady cop right behind him. At this point I disregard the door to my car entirely and go in feet first, luckily I land in somewhat of a good driving position. Also saving my ass by leaving the keys in the ignition, I turn it on and still in Ninja Mode (no lights on) peel out and go flying across the parking lot to the exit and then out onto the main road. No one followed that I saw.
Unfortunately I never found out what really happened tonight. Funny to think school hasn't even been out a whole week and these stupid ass frat kids still attracted the ENTIRE UAPD night shift for whatever they were doing.
Friday, April 15, 2011
College Cleaning
Well it is just after 1 AM and my roommate is out so I took the opportunity to pull myself away from my Xbox to do some cleaning. Main areas of cleaning are the Kitchen and Bathroom.
Kitchen was very easy, put clean dishes away and then fill up dishwasher. Also took the keen opportunity to re wash the dishes my roommate did since he doesn't know how to clean anything, and then put those away too. wipe everything down and call it a day. Here is a picture to prove it:
Moving on to the bathroom. I had cleaned it last weekend so the only real order of business I had was to fix the shower head. Over the last week it had seemed to get really bad water pressure coming out of the shower head, but water pressure was still fine on the spout thing on the bottom. With my amazing Mr. Fix it skills, I derived that the issue was solely in the shower head.
Easy enough fix. Take the shower head off, find some vinegar oil or whatever it is called and soak it until it works.
Unscrew the head part from the hose. Here is the hose hanging in the shower:
Now that it's off I go back to my clean kitchen to find the vinegar. No dice.
Problem: It is 1 AM and I have a shower nozzle that is in pieces and since my roommate and I already hate each other I have to find a way to finish this before he gets home. I have no vinegar and I know for a fact that the 7-Eleven and Circle K don't sell it.
Solution: look through all cleaning supplies until I find something that will substitute for a calcium solvent.
Still standing in the kitchen with have of the shower head dripping all over the place (it surprisingly holds a lot of water) I discover there is nothing of use in the kitchen. move onto the bathroom sink. Open up the doors and with a Aura shinning around it I find this:
Yaaa Buddy!
On the back of the bottle it says for a shower head, soak in a solution of 50/50. I can only assume that means 50 percent CLR and 50 percent water. But who knows. Or cares for that matter.
I go back to the kitchen to find a huge zip lock bag. again No dice. Back to improvising, this is what I come up with:
Oh ya. That is my bathroom sink, with a guesstimated 50/50 solution of CLR and water. So as of currently I am sitting writing this blog, enjoying a well earned drink:
But I'm under 21, so I wouldn't know anything about those types of beverages. I'm just drinking some special water
All in all, 45 min later my roommate still isn't home (YAY!!!) and by the time tomorrow morning rolls around I'm going to have a nice hot shower with some serious water pressure!
College students are forced to improvise and come up with wild out of the box solutions on the spot. I feel that we don't get enough credit for the ingenious solutions we have for everyday problems!
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