The three lads up Newcastle way were dead keen to get there paws on the cross bow. Aaza 'shottied' the trade up. I asked him what he could offer. "I dunno but we'll find ya sumin," He said with that rough Aussie accent and a shine in his eye. I thought I'd better find another proverbial pie to pop a finger in just in case he didn't find me something. I had a plane to catch back to the UK in two weeks and there was no way my hot potato was getting through customs.
I showed the item to Radar, a maintenance guy I knew. "'ow much ya want for it love?"
"Mate, it's not about money. I'm on a trade up mission. What you got you can trade for it?"
Radar struggled to grasp the concept and said if I couldn't secure a tradee before I left, he'd give me a couple of hundred bucks for it. He had a hobbie: weapon collecting. So why couldn't he understand mine?
Sadly I was running out of time and Aaza let me down. Last minute he offered a body board for it. As tempting as that was, it would be far too awkward to fit on the plane. So, in disgrace I took the money. It probably was a good choice though. Unlike with the boys, I couldn't see Radar getting drunk and accidently shooting someone with it, so I told him: "It's probably best you take it, you won't accidently kill someone with it," at which point he burst into laughter.
"If I was gunna kill someone, I'd use a gun love!" Dear God what have I done?
As trading up rules have yet to be established I can get away with this one, even though deep down I know it's wrong. I kept two arrows for future trading and at least I have a little Christmas cash. Back in the UK I almost feel like I'm back to square 1. Perhaps I'm now in a better position for attaining that shiny boat/car/house at the end. But for now, I'll kick back and enjoy the journey and the colourful characters I meet along the way!
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