The other day, I got wind of a corkscrew collection for sale, and having exchanged a couple of messages about said collection, put the coordinates in my iPhone and headed out…
The lovely personal personal trainer was otherwise occupied, so I would be making the trek on my own, to a town I am unfamiliar with, to a house where the owners of the collection would be awaiting my arrival, and with enough cash on hand to buy…well…the entire collection.
It can be a little unnerving walking up to someone’s house with a wad of cash in one’s pocket, and I will never forget the time that I went to buy a corkscrew at a strangers abode, but was shown the gun collection before we proceeded.
So, I tend to take a few precautions. And, I have no doubt there is a little trepidation on the seller’s part. Here is a stranger that I am inviting into my home, what type of person are they?
I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. After trying again, and waiting a few minutes, I started to walk back towards the car, and soon enough the seller was calling for me from behind a locked 8 foot tall iron gate (with spikes on top). Exchanging pleasantries, the electric gate soon began to open.
I noticed upon entering that there is a small wooden box in the corner. If things take a turn for the worse. If suddenly, the gate started to close, if things seemed a little fishy, I could put a foot on that small box, grab onto the spikes, and flip myself over the fence for a quick get away. Escape route planned.
As it happened, the gate remained open, the seller was quite friendly, and no Jackie Chan-like moves were necessary.
Unfortunately, the collection wasn’t worth buying either.
After giving some guidance as to where they might be able to sell said collection, I headed back to the car, and back towards our temporary digs in Long Beach.
Oh well, I thought to myself… no eyes were put out, no limbs were lost, no rapid escape was necessary, and there is always the Rose Bowl Flea the following day.
The following day, the lovely and I headed to Pasadena. We have been talking about attending this particular market, off and on, for about 20+years, but we had never made it, as our travels never coincided with a day it would be held. So, we headed off to Pasadena, and after our arrival, made our way through the aisles of antiques (and other stuff). Lot of mid-century modern furniture, some interesting odds and ends, and after walking multiple aisles we happened to turn a corner and see a mound of corkscrews on a 8 foot table. And, when I mean mound, there were easily 100 corkscrews just piled there.
Now, there were a couple of other folk rifling around, but in no time Sue and I had taken over, and were digging through and were grabbing this, and that, and that one, and a couple of those, and over the course of a few minutes put together a pile of about 20. Our compatriots were still holding onto a couple of Williamsons.
The seller looked at what we had placed before him, thought about it for a minute, grouped the wooden handle pieces and the metal pieces separately. Counted once again, and quoted a price.
The deal was done.
Nothing truly rare within our little lot of corkscrews, but we managed to pick them up for about 4 dollars a piece. And, it was really fun to see so many on a single table.
A short while later, having exhausted the “antique” section of the flea, it was off on another adventure, this time to Stone Brewing for a well deserved thirst quenching victory drink.
What will turn up next? You just never know.