I was walking out of Crossfit after a particularly grueling workout (we had to max out on weight for front squats and then do 5 rounds of the following: 20 weighted jump squats followed by 200 meter sprints.)
It was fun, but boy was I winded. As I stumbled toward my car, I saw a man carrying a stack of vinyl records. And he was headed to the trash bin. I asked him what he was doing and he said he was throwing them away. I asked if I could look through them.
Immediately I saw two Cars albums, some Darryl Hall & John Oates, and one from the Beach Boys. My heart raced. I've been really, really good about not adding to my too-large vinyl record collection, but this was more like a rescue mission. As I went through them, there were some misses, to be sure, but also some pleasant surprises, such as albums for Winnie the Pooh that my children will just love. He told me he was bringing more out and I was welcome to them. It was at that point, somewhat out of it, that I began looking around for the candid camera that was surely taping my delight.
I took 80 in all, hoping my husband wouldn't get too mad at me. I asked the guy what the deal was and he said he had to move. When I asked where, he replied that he was moving jobs but didn't seem to want to tell me any more. He did thank me for giving his records a good home.
Isn't that awesome?