Ah, getting stuff in Detroit. Man, when my dad and I bought the SY77, we saved up enough money and found a guy in Detroit that would sell it to us for $2k (it was going for almost $3k at the time). Crazy Clarence or something. Fucking asshole.
We get to the store, in downtown Detroit, and it's the floor model he's selling us. No biggie, it was fine. But there was no box. So he said, "Here, give me the money and then you can follow us to the warehouse to get the box." They were going to have the synth with them, by the way so they could put it in the box at the warehouse.
Ummm... yeah. My dad just looked at him and said, "I don't think so." and started to walk out. He was all like, "Okay okay, I'll have my boys go get the box and we can just wait here."
Anyway, we got that thing back home to Mason and I had school the next the day, but I stayed up ALL night playing it, and figuring out the sequencer. My mom was mad, but I did go to school the next day.