I’m not talking about the Craigslist Killer or being infected with a computer virus. It also has nothing to do with stolen credit cards or identity theft. I’m talking about a bigger, more serious problem…internet shopping. Buying stuff on the internet is way too easy.
Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE shopping on the internet. It is a rare moment when I have to go to the store to buy something I need. And the UPS guy is very familiar with our address in the weeks preceding Christmas time. The big problem is that you can buy ANYTHING on the internet.
Case in point… I want a tank. Not a water tank, compressed-air tank, or an oil tank. I want a military surplus main battle tank. Who doesn’t?
It’s a bit of an obsession. On par with my bacon obsession.
I want to buy 100+ acres of land and drive my main battle tank around the yard. Park it in the driveway. Keep the riff-raff away. That kind of thing.
The problem is, the internet. Of course, they have main battle tanks for sale.
Need a quote for delivery for a German tank from Dusselberg? Yeah, they can do that.
How about a Russian T-55? Sure. It's located in California.
You got a World War II U.S. surplus Sherman tank? You betcha. Head on up to Massachusetts, just outside of Boston, to take a look at one. Or two.
It’s too damn easy.
Just last week, I decided it would be a good idea to look on the internet to see how much a main battle would actually cost. It wasn’t a good idea.
I found a surplus Russian T-55 main battle tank for sale for $85K.
$85,000!!! That’s totally reasonable!
I’ll sell my car. Who needs a car anymore with a tank in the garage? However, I may have to skip going through the drive through at McDonalds. Then again, maybe not. Who is going to turn away a tank?
“Sorry, sir. You can’t bring a tank through the drive through.”
“Colin (my kid and self-appointed gunner/tank commander), load an armor piercing round. Aim for the fry-o-lator.”
“On second thought. Thank you for your order, sir. Please drive through.”
The only real issue I might have with buying a main battle tank is trying to convince the bank that I need financing for it. Can you imagine the phone conversation for that?
“First Goliath National Bank (not a real bank). How can I help you today?”
“I’d like $85K in order to buy a tank. Can you help me with that?”
Thankfully, my friends are just as bad as I am.
My friend Mark suggested, “Just show up with the tank at their front door and make them an offer they can’t refuse.”
With friends like that, who needs enemies?
He may just get the first ride.
Now where did I put my credit card?