Surprise! Sometimes the reaction to this word is good. Sometimes not. Depends on what it is. And who you are. When Ed McMahon shows up at the door with a fist full of Publishers Clearinghouse money it’s a good thing. If it’s the cops at the door with handcuffs, not so much. It may just be that the surprise throws you off your routine. Or changes your life. Neither of the above examples have ever presented themselves to me, although I’m still waiting for the Publishers Clearinghouse thing, but I’ve had plenty of surprises. Good and bad I guess. Cant really remember too many of them off hand.
This one is still fresh in my mind. Partly because it was very recent. But also because I don’t recall having such a positive reaction to anything lately.
Scouting around at yard sales and junk shops takes a lot of my time. Because I love it. Any day when I can hit more than one is an especially good day. But I’m always anxious because I know that if I can’t be at every sale as soon as it starts I’m going to miss something. Some fabulous treasure. Of course I can’t be everywhere at the same time, so yes, I miss out on great finds here and there. The thing is, if I’m not there and someone else gets the fabulous treasure that I would have wanted, I’ll never know about it. But sometimes I see people walking out with that great thing and I’m jealous and disappointed. Damn! Missed another one.
This is especially true when you see the item, and then you see another persons hand reach in front of you to grab it. So close!! But that’s the way it is and its ok.
Most of the time. There are some losses that I can’t help brooding on. Such was the case this day.
I don’t even know where I was. Somewhere in the middle of central Georgia. Out in a field along the side of the road. Tracing the steps of the Peaches to Beaches world famous yard sale. There are a thousand yard sales along the two hundred mile path. And of course, you can’t do them all in the two days allotted. So you pick and choose. Sometimes while slowing down a little bit and driving by. Chances are that a stop with numerous vendors has good potential.
And I stopped at this one because there was a circus sized tent. And lots of cars. I looked and looked and looked. And maybe I found a trinket or two. But it was what was hidden behind the checkout desk under the tent that got my attention.
Two, yes, a pair, of blow mold angels. With big wings and bright colors. They looked perfect from where I was standing. So I asked the woman behind the counter if they were for sale. Only to find that some woman had just this very moment purchased them. Daaaang! This was the worst. I had to further torture myself and ask how much they had sold for. So little that I cant even speak the words. With my jaw dragging the ground I walked away.
Damn. Oh well. But really, damn! Oh well…
Approaching the car I ran into my wife who had gone her own way when we arrived. I asked her if she’d seen the blow molds. We both have a thing for those things. And she said no. I told her my tale of woe and she mustered an oh well…
She’d gotten something so I opened the hatch of the van to put it inside. My eyes bugged out. Those two angels were standing there just as pretty as could be! She was the woman who beat me to them. My heart was warm and my spirit soared. From so low to so high. I even broke out into a smile. Cheshire cat style.
When I think back on it, the fact that I had really scored the two angels wasn’t what was making me so happy. She might still want to keep them for herself. It was the surprise that my wife had played this wonderful trick on me. I knew what she had paid for this item. And she got a great deal. But even if she hadn’t, the surprise was priceless.
That’s part of my story. What’s yours?