Article By: Ben - 3/25/04
So I go out to this bar
in Boonton called Johnny's, maybe you know it, it's on Boonton Ave next
to the Fire House. I go there to play some pool, and I'm doing pretty
well against these good players, managing to win two games. I'm
finished with the third game (I lost) and I'm sitting down and this
girl in a sweater comes up to me. She says that she and her friends
were admiring my T-shirt (the royal blue Superman T-shirt) and that she
wants to trade my T-shirt for her sweater. Meanwhile her sweater is
stripes of orange and green and brown, and in my opinion it's pretty
ugly. So I say no thanks, but she tries to persuade me by offering $20
and the sweater for my T-shirt. The T-shirt only cost me about 15 or 20
bucks, but I still say no thanks. However, I know she really wants the
T-shirt, so I tell her I'll let her wear it around for five minutes or
so, but when I leave I want it back.
She agrees to this and proceeds to switch shirts with me. Now, I didn't
put on her sweater because I'd look fucking gay, so I put on my
sweatshirt instead. A minute later she comes over to me and offers me
$50 for the T-shirt. Now this is tempting because:
1) I am broke.
2) The T-shirt only cost
me $20 at the most.
3) Instead of a Superman
T-shirt, what I really want is a Green Lantern T-shirt like Sal's.
4) I'm still really
5) I have no gas in my
car, and I'm broke.
6) Did I mention I was
So then I ask her if I
still get her sweater in the deal. She says yes, and I accept the deal.
A minute later, I look at her sweater, and notice how soft it feels. I
look at the fabric tag, and it says 70% Lambs wool, 20% Angora Rabbit
Hair, 10% Nylon. I think to myself, "Shit, the sweater alone is worth
more than $50. So, I trade a T-shirt (value: $20 and some sentimental
value) for $50 and a sweater (total value: more than $100). I had a
pretty good time at that bar.