A friend of mine, who for the sake of this post I will call “Sylvia”, took me to a thrift store in the city in which she lives, which I shall refer to as “Pretty View”.
Knowing that I collect calendars of certain specific kinds she located one for me which, unbeknownst to her, I had been searching for. It was brand new and still shrink-wrapped. And instead of paying the regular $13.99 asking price, here she picked it up for an unbelievable $1.99.
My calendar cockles hadn’t been this warmed since last December when I found some for half-price.
Since I was heading over to their house for a visit anyway, she told me we could go back and I could check out all the other calendars they had for sale. (As Chandler Bing might be want to say, “Could my cockles get any warmer?”) As we scanned through the boxes I slowly began to realize that almost all of them were unfortunately of no real interest to me. She had found the one that I would never have passed up.
I did end up picking out one more, though, a beautifully illustrated calendar themed on the Civil War. We each also picked up a hard cover book, both in almost perfect condition and each for $2.95, mine being Michael Crichton’s “Pirate Latitudes”, published after his death.
It was a good day for collecting paper products.
