Sony DSCT9B... drool

I quite possibly risked life and limb today in pursuit of my brand new Sony DSCT9B. I had found it quite cheaply online via PriceSpy, a NZ price comparison website, at a 'store' based in Christchurch. I use the term 'store' in a rather loose sense as it wasn't so much a store, as somebody's front porch. But hey, the product was the same, and at a fraction of the retail price! My escort, Mr. K., wasn't much help as we pulled up in front of the house, opting to stay in the car. We sat there for a while, pondering what to do and after a short discussion I convinced him to come in with me. We walked the short driveway slowly, Mr. K. making jokes about the rather large fence, and the 'store' being a pretence to lure victims to be murdered and fed to wolves. As a result I felt uncomfortable as my sister knocked on the door, and even more uncomfortable when it opened. I introduced myself and asked the guy if he was Mr. G. whom I had emailed. He replied affirmatively. I pulled out my rather large wad o' cash and explained that i wasn't used to "buying things from houses." He looked perplexed; i felt foolish. I asked about a receipt and he said he would email it to me. I, still feeling a little less than trusting asked if i could have it then and there. He trotted off to fetch it for me and Mr. K. and I stood huddled in the foyer/porch feeling strangely out of place. It wasn't all bad though... we came away alive and unscathed AND I have a sexy camera.

We figured it must be legit. when we saw a courier van delivering things to the house 2 minutes later while we were sitting back outside in the car. However we both agreed that it wouldn't seem half so dodgy if there were a sign, any sort of sign, proclaiming it as a place of business. I guess it wouldn't be half so fun then either! :P