It is unseasonably warm (62*F already) here today so the flea market was crowded. That first big day is always a little overwhelming (so much to look at, so many people...), and I wasn't exactly strapped with cash, so I was being selective, making mental notes instead of buying, and it threw me off my game.
It started with me helping a guy make a sale - to someone else! It was an older guy who was taking forever looking at an interesting socket set. Fiddling with every single piece. The seller wanted $35, he offered $25, which the seller refused, countering with $30, which the guy did not accept. But he wouldn't take his hands off it. He even closed the box up and started carrying it around with him looking at other stuff. I was just waiting for him to walk away so I could look at it, so when I asked if he was going to buy it, loud enough for the seller to hear me, he finally caved and agreed to buy it. I never even got close enough to see what it was!
It ended with me remembering on the way home (Murphy's Law!) a little sesquicentennial spoon and a 1914 Scoutmaster's Handbook I was going to go back and re-haggle for.
In general, it was one of those days when I wanted all kinds of cool things (including a Morgan vise, a 1915 WEED chain jack, and an Interwar canvas-and-cork water bucket), but not bad enough for the prices.
I did come home with a few things (Lugz 2021_17), including one item that gave me a small case of guilty conscience, a pair of items that need a good Evaporust bath, two items from foreign shores, and one item that I have never seen before. But even some of these are bugging me now, because a few of them (the wire brush, the shears, and the scraper) came out of an interesting fiberboard toolbox, with a little built-in fiberboard compartment, and a leather handle. It had one of those crazy tall but extremely narrow coping saws inside, painted with filigree and a wooden handle, also a sharpening stone in a homemade box. The guy was making me a ridiculously good deal for everything, but no, I had to get picky and stingy, and now in hindsight I'm thinking I should've just taken it.
Like I said, I was just off my game.