Updated October 28, 2012
Six years ago, Montreal man Kyle MacDonald traded a red paperclip for a pen that looked like a fish. A year and 13 trades later, MacDonald got a house. If a French Canadian can make such wise investment moves, why couldn’t Blogging the Suburbs?
So on Friday morning, I found this rubber band in my home, which I am assuming is mine.
Realizing our progressive leaning, tree hugging Office Manager‘s rubber band ball looks pretty pathetic, she traded her stuffed conservative Chick-fil-a stuffed cow for the rubber band.
A hour later, the Chick-fil-a cow was swapped for a now defunct Wachovia Piggy Bank below to my buddy JJ. I almost talked Amber at Freeman’s Pub into trading the bank for her Billy Dee Williams Bobble Head Doll, but negotiations failed.
However, assuming Blogging the Suburbs’ COO/former Wachovia turned Wells Fargo computer guy Jeremy Eastburn collects relics from the glory days, that Piggy Bank will easily make it into his hands for no less than a lawn mower (or at least a pair of nice scissors).
My goal would be to trade up enough items so that I’ll be the owner of a Silver Vespa LX 50′s Classic Vespa LX 50′s classic style by my birthday in 60 days. The simple rules are that what you trade me must be something you actually own, not your company’s possession or something you stole. No trade backs. Also, you and your item will be featured on an updated blog.
Why a Vespa, you may ask? Because I already have a house.
Update August 28th.
Jeremy Eastburn did indeed take interest in the Wells Fargo piggy bank. Offers included a Blu Ray copy of Australia (pass), the Indiana Jones DVD combo pack (perhaps), or a battery powered circular saw (yes!). However, Jeremy reneged the offer after realizing the battery was used for all of his power tools.
Instead, a nice knockoff Louis Vuitton purse is now in my possession. Ladies (or guys trying to semi-impress a lady), let the offers begin . . .
Update October 28: I can’t find the purse.