Black Panther.

   Today at work was just like any other day, delivered furniture all around town listening to these FM headphones and shooting a cap gun, saw an armless guy riding a electric scooter, had 2 cops called into the shop because of a nut job customer. Basically the stuff that happens on the reg. But then, the bossman tells me and my coworker that he's sending us to do a repo job today. So we head down to good ol' north Omaha into this rundown apartment building, take all of their furniture and crap, and I spot a pile of garbage. Nothing unusual for this type of apartment. But under this pile of clothes and rubble, I see a broken panther statue...
   I asked the landlord if that little number was going with us and he said "Well I was just going to throw that table away.." Uuuuuuuum a table?? Is this guy completely oblivious to how cool this thing is? Its a freakin panther table. Not just a panther statue. A table. Straight pimp material. Now the guy I'm with also doesn't see the potential that this table has and tells me to leave it. Heart dropped. Dreams shattered. Boner now a softy. But then out of nowhere this sweet angel of a landlord tells me he'll leave it for me after I get off work. Boner, skywards.
   So yea, I am now the proud owner of a black panther coffee table. Just needs a little TLC. But I guarantee you that you don't have one. And yes bragging is allowed in this situation.

-Cody