It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...
When checking for interesting sales last night, I found two. And each of them was at the far edge of what I will generally travel, in the opposite direction from each other. So, I strategized about which one would be best to hit today, as I had a doctor's appointment at 3:50 pm. And, I have another one at 11 am tomorrow. So, I check what hours and days they will be selling, check all of the pics to see what is possibly on offer of interest to me, both from collecting and reselling perspectives. And I made the call to head to the southern listing, a family-run affair closing out a Mopar machinist. So, after breakfast I head down that way, getting there about one hour after the sale was supposed to start.
And I say supposed to start, as there was... nothing going on. So, I got online and double-checked the address. It's the right address, right time, so, what gives? I go to click on the contact info, to see if I need to get ahold beforehand (something I never do, and it would have DQed the sale for me) and the info comes up as deleted. Funny, the ad was there a second ago. Go to check, and deleted. And now I am pretty salty. This is why I hate family-run sales. There is nothing else going on in the area, and I missed the other good sale! See, the other sale is now two hours north of me! And, I told my wife I would be gone until my appointment, so, what the heck, I decided to drive to the other sale!
So, I head out. I stop halfway to get some Gatorade and find out that Coke hasn't delivered for three weeks as they don't have enough workers, which is pretty sad. And after that detour, my phone decides to make me drive the most idiotic way, just to save what probably amounts to one mile. And what I thought would be two hours away turns out to be three, as the sale is on the far side of the city, way the heck out in the country. So, I am thinking to myself "this better be worth it" Well, I will let you be the judge of that:
(to be continued)