This morning, I had an appointment in Portland, Maine and was supposed to meet up with a colleague at 8:15, before we headed to another locale where a meeting was to take place.
And, given the distance between Rockland and Portland (about an hour and forty-five minutes), I left a few minutes after 6…
Being September, there are still a fair amount of tourists around, so there can be some traffic.
So, I am meandering down the coastal route one, when it occurs to me that it is Wednesday. And, Wednesday is the antiques day at Montsweag Flea Market.
I couldn’t speed up, as there are cars in front of me, so I figured when I got close, I would check the arrival time on my iPhone, and make a decision on whether there was enough time to wander around, or maybe I could come back on the ride back up to Rockland later in the day.
As I crested the hill, I could see all of the vendors setting up, and given that I was about 10 minutes a head of schedule, I probably had enough time to make a quick walk through and hope that there is a corkscrew (or two) worth buying amongst the various wares.
As I pulled in the lot, there was a space right up front, which would also allow for a quick getaway.
I pulled in, and scampered off.
Making my way up one aisle — no corkscrews.
Then circling up and back down the other side — no corkscrews.
On the opposite side of the field — no corkscrews.
And, I am running out of time…
Then, as I was walking by one table that was still setting up, a corkscrew was soon within my reach.
Me: “How much for the corkscrew?”
Dealer: “$ 20.00”
Me: “Do you have any others?”
Dealer: “A brass key, and the corkscrew goes in it, but I don’t know where it is.”
Me: “No worries,” handing the dealer a $20.00, bill and hustling back to the truck with my new found treasure.
Back on the road, according to my iPhone, I was going to be rolling in right on time, but I would be cutting it close.
But, apparently through the magic of iPhone/GPS mileage v. time on the road, I pulled in 2 minutes early.
One corkscrew in the field to be had, in those early hours of dealers setting up. But, the early bird did get the worm!
And, it’s a Frary!
Frary’s Self-Extracting Corkscrew to be exact!
Now, I am pretty sure this is a double (or a triple), but how fun to find a Frary corkscrew on a few minute detour from your appointed rounds!