On Saturday I got
an email from Jeremy, the guy who came a couple of weeks ago and bought the
Minolta camera I was selling. He told me that the camera is broken and won’t
fire at the higher apertures. That made me feel bad about selling cameras that
I’ve never used. I told him that I’d gladly give him back his money but I
wouldn’t be able to do it until the fall, when I won’t be so broke. He got back
to me that it was okay and that he’d just wanted to let me know. He’s ordered
another of the same model and will keep the one that I sold him for parts. That
was a relief. I wrote that I hoped he’d never need the parts but that I’d feel
better about the camera I sold him if he did.
It was raining around the time I
would have taken my bike ride so I stayed home to write instead.
That night while drinking a beer and
eating half a pizza with eggs I watched an episode of Maverick that was based
on “The Wrecker” by Robert Louis Stevenson.
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