However, the big delight of the evening came when, driving home, I spotted a closing sale at a local clothing/knick-knack/jewelry/general doodad store. Like a hyena seeing a wildebeest that's looking a bit under the weather, I circled back after dropping off the rest of the gang, arrived twenty minutes before closing--on their last day, ever, it turns out, which meant I made out like a bandit because the store owners didn't want to move the junk out. I could've bought a mink coat for $2. I didn't, because when would I wear a mink coat? but the option was there. I did pick up a gorgeous green leather parka thing (that'll doubtless be handy in Arizona, land of arctic nights and...err...wait, that's one of the other A-states, isn't it?) for $2, a whole crapload of baskets for the day that I actually get organized (Hey, it could happen!) a few bags of costume jewelry, which my mother collects, and, to my intense delight, a bunch of cut-rate toys, which means that my kid brother will be getting insect finger-puppets for his birthday, unless I decide I need to keep them for...um....all my preying mantis finger-puppet needs. If I needed vintage costume jewelry, I'd've been set--the woman offered me an entire rack of the stuff for ten bucks, and only the fact that I have no earthly purpose or storage space for such kept me from taking her up on the offer, which I mildly regret, since I coulda probably sold it on E-bay or something. But hey, for thirty bucks, I was already armed to the teeth with goodies, my ancient hunter-gatherer instincts well appeased, so I'm content. It was a good day.
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However, the big delight of the evening came when, driving home, I spotted a closing sale at a local clothing/knick-knack/jewelry/general doodad store. Like a hyena seeing a wildebeest that's looking a bit under the weather, I circled back after dropping off the rest of the gang, arrived twenty minutes before closing--on their last day, ever, it turns out, which meant I made out like a bandit because the store owners didn't want to move the junk out. I could've bought a mink coat for $2. I didn't, because when would I wear a mink coat? but the option was there. I did pick up a gorgeous green leather parka thing (that'll doubtless be handy in Arizona, land of arctic nights and...err...wait, that's one of the other A-states, isn't it?) for $2, a whole crapload of baskets for the day that I actually get organized (Hey, it could happen!) a few bags of costume jewelry, which my mother collects, and, to my intense delight, a bunch of cut-rate toys, which means that my kid brother will be getting insect finger-puppets for his birthday, unless I decide I need to keep them for...um....all my preying mantis finger-puppet needs. If I needed vintage costume jewelry, I'd've been set--the woman offered me an entire rack of the stuff for ten bucks, and only the fact that I have no earthly purpose or storage space for such kept me from taking her up on the offer, which I mildly regret, since I coulda probably sold it on E-bay or something. But hey, for thirty bucks, I was already armed to the teeth with goodies, my ancient hunter-gatherer instincts well appeased, so I'm content. It was a good day.
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