<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms,geneva; font-size: medium;">I glanced at the little yellow Eureka -- a friend used to have one very similar, but more rounded on the edges. She called it "My Little Tomato." </span>
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms,geneva; font-size: medium;">I didn't look at anything else other than the DAM -- the "Plastic Crap" blinders snapped into place over my eyes and I didn't bother. There were a half-dozen or so of them circled around the DAM. Actually would have been a funny photo if I'd thot to take it -- "Grandpa Hoover" telling yarns to the "Sweeper Younguns."</span>
<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms,geneva; font-size: medium;">This is a pretty large thrift shop, one I'd never been to before. Passed it on the way back from visiting a friend in the hospital. Everything in the store was overpriced, some things so much so that people all around me were snorting and gasping. One cute little old lady bleated, "Look at these prices! What is this, Rodeo Drive?"</span>
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