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Stumpage Reports
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Tuesday, April 06, 2004 :::
Flea Market Follies
Last weekend I went to Charlotte to visit my friend Ann and go to the big ass flea market.
Since few things are more fun than generalizing about people I don't even know, here's a few observations about people that run the booths at flea markets and antique shows:
1. Most of the dealers fall into one of two extremes: either way too friendly (leave me the hell alone!) or they either communicate in grunts or are not there at all.
In fact most things I see in these folks seem to be extremes. That probably says more about me than about them.
2. Most of the women are graduates of the Tammy Faye Bakker school of cosmetology or else ultra-urbane city girls, wearing power suits and hawking 18th century European furniture. I don't know if I avoid these booths because I have no interest in what they are selling or if I am intimidated by the power suits and padded shoulders. You just don't see gals like that selling half-chewed Marx Playset figures or ashtrays shaped like states with little sleeping Mexicans on them.
3. Most of the men . . . well . . . some of them are of the redneck type, have big old hound dogs with them, and sell old guns, glass bottles, and western movie memorabilia. The other guys have poodles and sell really nice furniture.
I know you are all chomping at the bit . . . what did you buy? What did you buy?
I picked up a nice Yellowstone National Park souvenir plate and a tacky Gettysburg souvenir plate. I think the phrase "nice souvenir plate" is an oxymoron, and the phrase "tacky souvenir plate" is redundant.
I also picked four old postcards of Confederate monuments, a children's book about Stonewall Jackson, and some old puzzle-maps of the United States. Guilty pleasures all.
Tardy Thanks
I have to include a much-belated shout out (props?, I don't understand this lingo) to Ann for her post awhile back about how happy she was to have a big, loud cock in her neighborhood. It was a direct inspiration for my recent post about the day at work when my hands were full of Dicks. We got some more requests for those in the other day, and my boss loudly announced to me "I put some more of those Dicks in your box."
::: posted by tom at 9:40 AM
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