Junk Drunk Part 1
I had been trying and trying to catch a certain antique junk shop open but I always seemed to show up when the doors where closed and the windows were darkened. The hours of the shop? Whenever they wanted to be open. The good stuff is located in an old house and all around it in an enticing display of rusty temptation. I was on a mission. I had to get to the rusty stuff.
The junk shop had no shortage of rusty gold lounging temptingly throughout the front yard of the house, but behind a locked and surprisingly strong picket fence. Yeah, I tried. I stood pitifully in front of the locked picket fence gate, like the junk addict I am, and silently willed the door to magically open with everything having a $0.99 price tag. Nothing…the door remained securely closed.
I decided to take a million pictures from the sidewalk, like a junk stalker, but felt no satisfaction. I had to come up with an aggressive plan to shop the rusty treasures that were calling my name.
I called at all times of the day for the next week and the phone would just ring and ring. If I kept the phone ringing, it would eventually and sudden beep as if an answering machine had kicked on with no prompting to leave a message at the beep. I had no idea if it was actually recording or if it had rudely signaled that I had crossed over from determined to obssessed. I tried to leave a message but it cut me off before I could give a call back number.
I finally gave up on calling and drove the 20 minutes to the tiny town, knowing full well that the antique junk shop would not be open. I was so sure that I didn’t even empty my SUV because there was no point- it wouldn’t be open.
It was open. Seriously…
I first spotted that the front door of the house was open. OPEN! I nearly wrecked my car in oncoming traffic- what is the point of a one way street?? Find a parking spot! Where are all the parking spots?! Tiny town, no parking spaces, one way streets all leading away from the junk shop- I started to sweat. I was sure I was going through Junk Detox- I had to get a fix of the junk!
Focus…OPEN! The antique junk shop is open! Immediately, I was possessed. The thought of getting to shop in this store with rusty gold as far as the eye could see, it was more than I could stand. I finally found a parking spot and jumped out before my car was even in park. I ran towards the shop (do I have my keys? Where’s my purse?) and only had to cross the street and I was in junk heaven. I stepped off the curb and just about got hit by a car. Hoooonk! How rude…No worries, I don’t need both feet…it’s all in the name of Junk Love.
Stick around for Junk Drunk Part 2- it only gets worse…