Flea Market Trip

355 W/C

         Its Saturday morning and I’m on my way to the flea market. The wife said we needed some thingamabobs and a few whatchamacallits. She also said to get some thingamajigs to hang the whatchamacallits on.
         As I coddiwomple down the isle of the flea Market, I’m looking left and right at the tables. For those that are not familiar with Flea markets, they are places where people set up tables and put their junk, er items on the table and hope its someone else fifty cent treasure.
         On the first table on the left there is several old cigar boxes with trinkets and things. Moving one of the boxes, I see a thingamabob peeking out. I find several more thingamabobs there and pay the guy seventy-five cents.
         Moving to the next table all I see on it is cards, and few books. So I step across to the table on the right, and spy back on the edge of the table is a package of whatchamacallits. Picking these up I offer the man a quarter that he gladly accepts and turns to the next customer.
         Moving away I have all most everything I was intending on getting so I moved to the last table on the left and my luck was holding. Right in that old cigar box was a couple of thingamajigs. Reaching in and picking up the thingamajigs revealed a surprise.
         Under those thingamajigs was the prize I had chased for years. There was a single solitary, in all its glory, the elusive roundtoit! My heart racing as I grabbed the thingamajigs and roundtoit and asked the man how much. My heart almost stopped when he said 50 cents for the thingamajigs and the roundtoit had to have fallen out of a package.
         Then he took the roundtoit and reached under the table and set a box on top. Reaching in he pulled out a bag and said buck fifty and you get 12 roundtoits. Oh my I almost fainted and shook all over. I was getting 12 roundtoits.
Now when the wife says when I get around to it. I’ll have one.