At the Antique Mall

So, on Sunday the museum ended up closing early, because of the ball game down the street.  (Or rather, it closed early so we wouldn’t get stuck in the traffic when the game ended.  The director is nice like that.)  So, I thought I should take advantage of my newly free time to do something on the way home.  Because I really didn’t want to dive into my reading, ’cause it’s on the dull side.  (I’m so glad this class is almost over!)

A few weeks back, I tried to stop in at an antique mall that’s a bit outside my usual stomping grounds (actually, I only rarely stomp) but as I pulled into the parking lot, I’d seen the sign that said it closed at 5:00.  And it had been 4:45 at the time.  So I decided that was the day to go back and check it out.  ‘Cause you never know what you might find.

I was surprised to see that there was a lot of activity going on; there was some kind of sale in the parking lot and on the sidewalk in front of the store.  (Discount prices from some of the people who sell things inside, I suppose.)  I looked around at the outside stuff, but most of it didn’t really appeal.  (Translation:  most of it was not vintage toys, and what few toys they had weren’t things I collect.)

So I went inside to look around.  I had a little luck on the toy front, which I’ll post about on my other blog.  But what I want to tell you about is something else I saw there.  Something wonderfully apropos for this blog, and which struck me as more than a little funny.