Thanks to our dear friends Dave and Amanda for telling us this epic tale a few weeks ago.
Some friends of ours, the Kearns, set an old 14 inch television, rabbit ears included, out in front of their home in the notorious Nicholasville, KY. Nicholasville is just outside of our lil' village, Wilmore, about 6 miles. Alongside this commonwealth treasure sat a piece of cardboard with the letters F-R-E-E written on it. Before they were both set outside on the curb, bets were taken on how long the TV would be out there before someone drove or walked by and picked it up. The Kearns live in a busy area near downtown. Cars pass regularly. Dogs and dogwalkers frequent their area. No bad weather in sight. The "finders keepers" maxim was in good and full company there.
Closest without going over.
Winner takes the pile of cash.
Four votes were cast: eight minutes, ten minutes, twelve minutes, and sixteen minutes. Brad, father and husband of the Kearns clan, walked out to place the near twenty year old television and sign on the grass near the curb. Katie, wife and mother Kearns, hit START on the stopwatch in her hand.
How long do you think it took for the TV to find a new owner?
Forty seconds. FOUR-DEE.
*Commence shock laughter now*
"Haaay maaan, does that TV weerrk?"
Brad, still on his way back to the front door, turns around in shock, "Yep, sure does."
By 1:03 it was loaded in the car. One minute and three seconds. Well under ninety seconds and all that remained was a lonely cardboard sign, only four letters and weeds to keep it company.
from wilmore, with Love.