All I want is a crappy crappie pole
Maybe it’s my “not from here” accent, or just the fact that I’m asking for unusual objects, but I don’t always obtain success when I go shopping in the city. More research is needed.
Today, while otherwise distracted by the variety of fishing poles available in a local box store, I decided to purchase a crappie pole or two. I know the name may seem odd, but a quick search on Google will reassure you; they exist. Think of a fishing pole, with no charm. Crappy, even. Although I know that “crappie” is an endearing name for the species of sunfish found south of here, I cannot confirm that it is a major goal of local fisherfolk.
However, when faced with hundreds of fishing poles, some quite valuable, I though I’d ask. The young clerk was hopeless. He knew it, and he called upon “the old experienced guy”. Every fishing tackle store has one. Except that we’re back to the language barrier, and my added detail about using one for an antenna was just one step too far. I wasn’t exactly kicked out, but the reception was colder than the waters in a small northern lake. Next time around, I’ll hunt for the elusive pole on the Internet.
Yes, we were in a camping supply store, along with a cast of hundreds (thousands?) We’ve ALL got spring fever, which is part of the seasonal runup to summer fever, and the number of souls in need of a new tent or sleeping bag or tiny stove or (the list is long) was astonishing. Another few days of fine weather, and we’ll all be pitching yard tents.
