I was doing a landscaping job the other day, removing and leveling off a flower bed for a client with a 10 year old son.
As I was raking out the dirt a body popped to the surface. 25th LT falcon. I picked him up, dusted him off and put him to the side. pretty cool, I thought. This kid must like joes. 2 minutes later, 2 more bodies popped up. then a few more, and more...
by the end of the day I resurrected about 20 buried joes, and a few storm troopers.
I showed the kid when he got home from school, and he was so happy. he forgot he buried them and was wondering where they went. Then I pointed out the cobra logo sticker on the back of my van. The next day I brought him a handfull of vintage joes and told him to keep playing while he could, because once your 35 and your bedroom is still full of joes, your wife will not be impressed.
