Treasure hunting is definitely in my blood, and I credit my mother for much of what I know and love about the hunt. That said, one of my never-miss television shows, American Pickers, was responsible for the score of this latest object of my affection…..
Our eyes met across a crowded yard and I was instantly smitten. Hidden behind a shed, tipped on her side and covered in mud, I knew instantly that she had to be mine. Alas, when I inquired, I found that she had been promised to another. With a heavy heart, I returned to the sale and though heartbroken, I still managed to find some interesting items to bring into the shop.
But I just couldn’t shake the image of this lovely lady. As I was getting ready to leave, I asked again-- “Are you sure that the other fellow wants her???? “ (Thinking to myself that “no one could possibly love her like I will”)
The words of Frank and Mike were pounding my head …. “Just because someone says no, it doesn’t mean it’s over.”
So I asked if I could leave my number for the seller to call me if the
loathed competition changed his mind. Even better, she gave me her number and said I could call in a week.
After a week (of excruciating obsession) had passed, I called and sadly, got her voicemail. Several days passed, but no call back, then several more. I resigned myself to the loss. Then, late one evening, after about a week …
I GOT THE CALL!!! She was mine!!!!!! My tenacity had paid off.
Not that you’re reading my humble little blog, but “Thank you!” Mike and Frank for your inspiring words.
I am truly “Junk Drunk."
(Oh, and so sorry y’all, don’t look for her in the shop any time soon, this girl is all mine…)