A short story with a surprise ending:
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A short story with a surprise ending:
On this day ten years ago, I drove with one of WPRB's student DJs to purchase a $10 keyboard for one of the station's computers from a guy on Craigslist. We were to meet in the parking lot of a Dunkin Donuts in Trenton, NJ.
Upon our arrival, it is immediately apparent that nearly everyone else in this parking lot is in the process of either buying or selling drugs. It is lunchtime, on a weekday.
We stand around for a minute waiting for something to happen. Finally, it does. A muscular guy with a shaved head begins walking towards us, carrying what looks like a Mac keyboard. Even though he is dressed in street clothes, I can CLEARLY tell that he is a cop. (I have a good eye for this.)
"Fuck", I think and say at the same time. "What the fuck have we walked into here."
From a distance of ten yards, the cop yells: "Are you Mike from Craigslist?"
"Fuck", I think again (but do not say aloud this time.)
"Yes?"
Officer Friendly arrives, shakes my hand, and then hands me the keyboard. I hand him ten dollars. He thanks us, and he then turns around and walks back to his car. Narcotics-related transactions continue all around us in every direction.
I toss the keyboard in the back seat of my car and we leave. Upon our return to the station, I examine the keyboard more closely and discover that instead of the customary English-language keys, it features only Turkish characters. I plug it into the computer it was destined for and learn that it is also broken.
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A short story with a surprise ending:
On this day ten years ago, I drove with one of WPRB's student DJs to purchase a $10 keyboard for one of the station's computers from a guy on Craigslist. We were to meet in the parking lot of a Dunkin Donuts in Trenton, NJ.
Upon our arrival, it is immediately apparent that nearly everyone else in this parking lot is in the process of either buying or selling drugs. It is lunchtime, on a weekday.
We stand around for a minute waiting for something to happen. Finally, it does. A muscular guy with a shaved head begins walking towards us, carrying what looks like a Mac keyboard. Even though he is dressed in street clothes, I can CLEARLY tell that he is a cop. (I have a good eye for this.)
"Fuck", I think and say at the same time. "What the fuck have we walked into here."
From a distance of ten yards, the cop yells: "Are you Mike from Craigslist?"
"Fuck", I think again (but do not say aloud this time.)
"Yes?"
Officer Friendly arrives, shakes my hand, and then hands me the keyboard. I hand him ten dollars. He thanks us, and he then turns around and walks back to his car. Narcotics-related transactions continue all around us in every direction.
I toss the keyboard in the back seat of my car and we leave. Upon our return to the station, I examine the keyboard more closely and discover that instead of the customary English-language keys, it features only Turkish characters. I plug it into the computer it was destined for and learn that it is also broken.
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