After our respective yoga studio and gym visits, and requisite showers afterwards, the lovely lovely bride and I hopped in the car and headed down to a monthly antique show in Bath, Maine.
This particular show has about 50 dealers, and I have set up there myself in the past. I have picked up a couple of corkscrews there over the years, but largely it is just a fun trip down the coast, and our antiquing adventure is usually followed by brunch on the way back up the coast.
We entered the show and made our way through the first few booths. There were a few interesting primitives, a Kruger cone top beer can, a cool “No Hunting. No Fishing” sign which was hand-painted, but was also signed by some distant relative of a friend we have, and a couple of intriguing culinary implements.
As we made our way to the end of the first aisle, I looked down at a table, and there were two corkscrews; a Williamson with a price tag of 25$, and a 1885 Weir’s patent marked with the 1885 patent date and…”THE RELIABLE,” also with a 25$ price tag.
I picked up the Weir, and mentioned to the lovely that I was going to buy it, and I turned to get the dealer’s attention. He raised two hands in the air, as I asked whose item the corkscrew was.
“Ten” he yelled.
“What?” I responded.
“Ten, on the corkscrew.”
But, it’s marked 25? I thought to myself.
I reached into my pocket and handed him the ten dollar bill.
The lovely had moved on to the next booth while this was all taking place. And when I caught up with her, she asked what I paid.
“Ten” I responded.
“What?” she asked.
“But it was marked 25.” She remarked.
Not that I really needed another 1885 Weir’s Reliable, but I am sure someone else might.