Great, luck finally comes on my side. A $750 wind surfing board washes up, and my mom brings it home. I've been trying to make money to get one, so I'm juiced. Then she sees a number written in Sharpie. Of course she calls, and leaves a message on the guys phone. Fuck, I think I'm going to lose a $750 board. Right decision on her part?
Great, he's calling right now.