Ask any fisherman, and they all have at least one story about the one that got away. These fantastical tales are too incredible to be believed, but far be it from me to doubt them out loud and to their face.
I'm no fisherman, but I am an avid thrift store junkie, and we get the same looks of disbelief when we relate the deal of the century we snagged. Allow me to demonstrate:
I once found a brand new red leather purse from Wilson's (tags still attached) for $1.38...the deal sounds impossible, I know, but I still have the purse -- a little weathered now -- stashed in the closet.
Sometimes when the family schedule is tight, I opt to walk around the neighborhood instead of driving to the gym. I actually have MORE time to exercise on these nights since I don't have to factor in driving time. As luck would have it, there is a thrift store about a mile from my house so I thought I would stroll in that direction, browse for a minute, then head home.
Only I couldn't go empty-handed. What if I walked in the door and *the big one* was there? There's nothing worse than letting a fantastic deal slip between your fingers because you forgot your wallet, don't have the right vehicle to haul it, or don't have enough space to store/display it. I stuffed my only $20 bill in my pocket, then on second thought slipped my debit card in. You never know what you'll find in those stores, which is half the fun of going. A lot of times it IS just junk, but sometimes it's not.
A little more than halfway, I stuck my hand into my pocket and shrieked. The twenty was gone! With a groan, I turned around to retrace my steps before someone else snatched it or it blew away.
Several blocks later, it hit me: I had put the twenty back in my purse because if I had my debit card, I didn't need the cash. By this time, I'd walked so far out of my way, I didn't have time to browse let alone buy anything.
Obviously, my short-term memory sucks....which makes this a really ironic post for Memorial Day.