Those were the weird old days

So I am wondering through this antique flea market looking for something nostalgic like a rotary phone or a typewriter.  I couldn’t find any that fit my budget and I almost walked out of the store with nothing but, as I was exiting I saw an ashtray set from Mobel’s WhoreHouse in Las Vegas.  I knew I had to buy it, but this is very strange to me because, I don’t believe in prostitution and would not go to a whorehouse.  For some reason the uniqueness of the item was so compelling that I was driven to overcome my reluctances.  I think was the fact that it was branded with a logo and everything.  What would you do if you saw a shirt that read “my friend got high at Ted’s Crack House and all I got was this lousy T shirt?  Now to set up a still life for this particular item I had to do something that I had never done before; I had to buy a bra.  As awkward as it was I think that shopping for the bra was even more awkward than actually buying it.   However it would have been really nice if they had a self-checkout line.   This was only the beginning of the awkwardness.  I began searching Craig’s List for nostalgic items.  I found a couple of ads for an old typewriter.  One ad wanted thirty dollars and the other wanted one-dollar.  So naturally I wrote the one-dollar person first, but when I checked with them about the price just to make sure before I drove to their place they informed that they wanted thirty dollars.  I assumed that I had accidently written the wrong seller.  I discovered that the two different ads had different seller names and prices but the same address and photo of the typewriter.  Not only did they have different seller names they also had different stories as to why they were selling the same typewriter.  One was selling junk they did not want and the other selling collectables.  I decided to call them on their rouse.  I took screen shots of both ads and put them together in photoshop and attached them to my reply to their request for thirty dollars; my reply read “thirty is a little much for me.  I could go as high as fifteen however I am curious as to why you have two entirely different ads for the same typewriter.”  Needless to say I did not receive a response from them after that.  I also found some old glasses on Craig’s List.  I made arrangements to buy them from the seller and was about to make my first trip to Paulding county.  First I had to swing by the atm to get some cash; then I pulled into some empty spaces in the Wachovia parking lot to enter the address in my GPS.  Unfortunately their address was not recognized by my GPS,  so I was fiddling with it while listening to my buddy Pete who I was on the phone with tell me about his worm farm.  All of the sudden I look up and there is a guy about fifty feet directly in front of me with a long lense taking pictures of me.  So, I got off the phone, put my GPS down, put the car in drive, and got out of there.   Well, you will be happy to know that I got those glasses, Pete was able to order the worms he needed, I was able to borrow a typewriter from Paris on Ponce, and my brother got over his cold, which has nothing to do with any of this except that I found out today.  I hope that you have enjoyed our time together today; till next time ta ta.