Here's a mug-shot of their accomplice. 'Scuse the mess.
You would think that pulling two typewriters out of this boot would be fairly straight-forward, but no....
Actually, there's the answer! I should have been standing straight, not leaning forward. Too late now, I guess.
Don't be fooled. It's heavier than it looks, especially in its carry-case. Which I would swear is lead-lined. Then wrapped in steel.
And here's the other culprit.
These two worked as a team in order to lull me into thinking they were a coupla lightweights. They played me like the sap I was. But I'll know better, next time. They pull a stunt like this again, I'm gonna come out shooting.
But back to the Smith-Corona...
Thanks for reading, all! And Mr. Furrier, I hope your back is on the mend. Take care.
Oh yeah, that asterisk*
Here's an old Polaroid shot of my old car. It was a rare manual (stick-shift) model and, once I had the engine reconditioned, it drove like a dream. I contemplated getting the bodywork repaired, since it had some major rust in some structurally crucial places, but I had just proposed to my girlfriend and there was no way I'd be able to afford repairing this car and saving for a wedding.
So, I ran this picture through Photobucket to give it some old Hollywood soft-focus charm.
What can I say? I'm a romantic, despite the tough, cynical exterior.
Like the say, 'scratch a cynic, blah, blah, blah'.
Oh, one more thing-
***typecast on a circa 1946 Smith-Corona Sterling...which I think I'll call 'Gilda'. Makes perfect sense, why didn't I think of it earlier?***
Thanks again, all, and get well, Tom!