Hunting the Missing Cable

I walked down the avenue after studying that mecha upgrade chart all morning, wanting to check the neighborhood thrift shop for video gear. Behind the front counter, an open wire basket was piled high with tangled cords and loose adapters. I balanced on the edge of a sturdy wooden crate, reaching in to sift through the rubber bundles. My fingers caught the unmistakable ridged collar of an official multi-out AV cable with pristine gold-plated RCA jacks. Sliding it free from the heap without snapping the strain relief felt like hitting a jackpot. Having a clean spare hookup ready for the console setup makes every trip worthwhile.