Right before Christmas 2002, my wife told me to go to the hobby shop and pick up something I liked, give it to her and she'd wrap it for the tree. Being one who likes to be at least a little surprised by the presents, I took three kits off the shelf, put them on the counter with my Visa, and told the salesman to pick one, double bag it, wave my plastic, and hide the other two so I wouldn't know which I was getting. (Iknow, but I'm really anal about some things!) When Christmas morning came around, I opened up my pressies and son of a gun, there were two of the kits (one was the Marder III M, but for the life of me, I can't remember what the other one was). I was so worried that he'd made a mistake and given me the wrong bag, I waited until they were open after Christmas and called to let him know what had happened. He said he didn't and that it was a Christmas present from the store.
Bill
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DML M4A2 Red Army
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-- There is a fine line between "hobby" and "mental illness". (Author unknown)