Tony reminisced:
> I've seen a lot of that kinda stuff, but the best one was the time that 
> the house of a regular shopper at the one flea market got burglarized 
> during the week, and THEN the 2 geniuses showed up at the market on 
> Sunday to resell the pilfered goods and were spotted by the owner of 
> said goods, and well there was much in the way of yelling, and cop 
> calling, and the 2 thieves got their butts hauled off to the county jail.

Lovely. I can think of two fairly local fleas where this would happen (maybe
one. The other might have finally shut down for good, in part for this reason)

There are dealers I avoid, as we all do, because everything they sell is gold,
in their eyes. $US2 ballpoint pen, with no ink left. Handyman block plane with a
broken casting and missing cap $US%0. And all the rest. That isn't ebay pricing,
that is siphoning too much gasoline by sucking on the hose, and getting it wrong
every time. As the song says, Walk on by. (my favourite was when a seller pulled
up a listing to prove the price, and it was an Item I had bought. The price was
the buy-it-now, not the best offer I paid, which was MUCH less.)

{Flea's weren't productive, but I am looking right now at a nice sunday garbage
pick on my way back from a walk around the a lake- a couple Brodhead-Garrett
two-locker bench base units. There was a pile, and when I pulled over and
grabbed the first to put into my truck, several others pulled over behind me and
started squabbling over who gets them. I grabbed the second and left the rest to
them. If you took wood shop between maybe 1960 and 1990 in the US, you know
these lockers, since you project was always exactly a smidgen too big to fit
through the door at the end of class. I love the week before bulk pickup day)

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