I decided to hit some new thrift stores to find the goods to fill our space for the next sale. The neighborhood can be a little sketch. Like if you pulled up, you’d probably think, “Let’s just skip this one.” I cannot skip, for there could be a hidden treasure hiding amongst the 21 Kids and Counting wardrobe. My only rule of thumb is that should I see a rodent or any sign of a rodent, I hightail it out of there.
I went to City Thrift which supports the City Union Mission here in Kansas City. It is pretty new, pretty cool, and they know what something is worth. Which sucks for people like me who want it dirt cheap. Anyhow, I came across an old electric typewriter that was an awesome color, but had no price. I asked the guy running the place how much it was, and our conversation went like this……………
“Well, what are you willing to pay for it?” $10.00
“$10.00, huh?” Yes.
“It’s really something.” I know.
“By the way, my name is William.” Hi, I’m Kathy. You know, my dad and son are named William.
“Well, lookie here, we’ve got something in common.” Yes, we do..
“Now, is $10.00 still what you’re willing to pay for that? Yes.
“Kathy, you know good and well that I can’t sell you that typewriter for $10.00. I do, William, but I had to try.
Twenty bucks was his final offer, and since I didn’t know enough about the worth of that kind of typewriter, I had to take a pass. But, I’ll be back to see William. There’s something attractive about a guy who doesn’t succumb to the charms of a bargainer.
