I just picked up my Sigma 70-300mm. I heard a knock on the door, while I was brushing my teeth upstairs. I immediately remembered the email for my delivery stated a signature is required. I slide down the rails and down the stairs, viciously opening the door bare bottom only, just boxers and white foam stains on my tee-shirt. The delivery-man surprised, informed me he already signed for me and it was just protocol, otherwise he would have to take it back to the post office. I immediately thanked him with a mouth full of toothpaste and grabbed the package. I couldn't wait to rip off the tape and pop the bubble wrap, but first I had to make sure my Nikon D80 battery charged through the night. I haven't used my camera in over a year. This feeling of having a compatible lens overtook me. I was overcome with joy and adrenaline. After opening my package, it was revealed to me the used camera lenses (3 in total) I ordered for pennies of the dollar were nothing like the description. Apparently photographers can be a little prestigious with their equipment. The description read "ugly and worn" but the equipment I was physically viewing was immaculate and dust free, not even a scratch. I bolted out the door to the nearest bird watching site in my city. I forgot to check the temperature and ran out the door with my college hoodie and my PGA Golf hat with the back cut out for my "man-bun". As my hands froze up like a block of ice I attempted to take pictures of the local Geese and Seagulls by the water. I was a newbie to their ecosystem. They barely budged or saw me as a threat to their survival, mostly because of my "man-bun".