sabre 620Posted: September 5, 2010
ok, so earl weren’t much. (that’s hurricane earl for those of you not on the east coast.) he dumped a little rain on us, but pffffft…hardly memorable.
and now we’re having some normal temps. nice and normal. i’m not wiped out. i’m not exhausted by noon. i can drink think clearly.
so – in a last minute decision while out and about today on an empty tank of gas, i opted to venture forth to the sundays-only flea market. didn’t need anything, really. didn’t buy anything, really. $1 worth of some vintage trim for sewing. and then, just cuz it was vintage-y looking, i found a dirty old cheap plastic square box camera in a pile of junk. i asked the dude selling how much he wanted for it – he took it from me, looked at it, said, “how’s 2 bucks?”
i said, “2 bucks is fair. i’ll take it.”
i googled the sabre 620 camera when i got home and apparently people like to collect these little crap cameras. they come in assorted fun colors other than my dreary black one, but i’ll take my scruffy $2 box-o-plastic rescue any day, just to throw on top of a bookshelf.
the BEST part of the day came as i was moseying out of the flea market – i found $16 on the floor.
i looked down.
i looked up.
i looked down again.
i looked around.
i turned around.
there was NO-ONE in the vicinity. that ten, that five and that one were mine.
i threw that cash right in the gas tank.
thank you and thank you. that counts as a good outing.