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Hello Jon Thurmond here, welcome to my store!

Collectorholics is your premium source for Antiques, Collectibles, and all items in between. I work hard to specialize in the hard to find, odd, weird, and just plain waaayyy cool items of the past and the present. Spend a few minutes looking over my various items and categories. Come back often, new items generally added daily.

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Thoughts for the day

Change can be a constant or a flowing event.

Funny how things change even though they are staying the same. In fact, when I was much younger, many of the situations I found myself in were simple to negotiate and to overcome. Now that I am closing in on my 60s these simple things are becoming more and more difficult. I use to glide through various tasks daily without thinking about them, and now I have to stop and pointedly ask myself can I now do this. Yes some of this is simply old age rearing its ugly head. Another part of this is I have actually gotten smart enough to realize not to blaze into every thing that happens without thinking about the consequences. For example, when I was younger I could like most people bound down the stairs, even skipping some to save myself a bit of time. Now I look at most every stair step and make sue my foot is firmly planted as I step down. When I get up in the mornings, many times I must force myself just to get out of bed, but not before I check myself to and make sure everything is still in place and is still working. I also tend to count every pain, making a mental note of any other pains that have popped up today. I think about every trip away from the house, how far I must walk,and is this really important to go? Although I have some minor health issues, overall I am not in too bad shape considering my age, weight, and general mileage on the old body. It just amazes and amuses me that I look at the entire world through my slow and painful glasses. I am not really complaining, but rather just discussing life in general. I do not complain about my advancing age, simply because at least I am aging, if not the alternative may be a lot worse. I also find it difficult to get off the ground or the floor anymore. Some of this again is age, weight, and general declining muscle mass. I also realize that things I use to like to do are no longer fun for me. I do not really care to go to amusement parks, the rides are generally more painful and less exciting than when I was young. Even though I do once in a while pine for some of the things I no longer do, I find myself making new areas of interest to keep my life exciting, or at the least entertaining. I enjoy movies but feel they have gotten way too expensive...why pay $9 and up to see a movie that I may find lousy or boring? I do not need to see any movie first run, I am just as happy to watch it later when it has been around for a while. I do not much care to go to sporting events, why go it is much more relaxing to sit in my living room in front of a large screen tv only a few steps from the bathroom, or the kitchen and my chair is much much more comfortable than a bench seat, or hard plastic chair in a stadium. Things as they are overall, I am satisfied with how my life is heading, and wish only that everyone else could find peace within their own boundaries, such that I have found.


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Music to tame my inner beast

I am an eclectic type of music lover. My first real record given to me by my parents for my 12th birthday was the song "Happy Together". I played that song over,and over, and over (you get the point) until I think it literally wore out. I was totally hooked on rock and roll at that time. However my first true "experience" with music was in grade school our class would go several times a year to hear classical music from the local orchestra. I truly enjoyed those experiences, and began liking classical music. The underlying theme in most of my early music was a strong, heavy sound. this theme wound thru both my loves, classical such as Beethoven, Chopin, Bach, and in rock and roll with groups such as the Beatles (of course), the Rolling Stones, the Trogs, Kiss and many others. As my music blossomed,I began enjoying heavier and deeper groups in rock n roll, including Pink Floyd, Moody Blues,King Crimson,Lynard Skynrd and others. Some of my favorite early tunes included; Paint it Black (Stones), Behind Blue EYes (Moody Blues), Free Bird (Skynrd), Knights in White Satin (Moody Blues), and Back in the USSR (Beatles). Many of hours I spent laid back with the music pounding in my ears. My various girl friends over the years, were split  some enjoyed and related to my music and some simply endured it. The one constant was I never wavered from my thorough enjoyment of music in general. Yes there are some types of music I do not like as well, some I even detest. Now a days my love for music has not waned, but yes it has again transformed into hard fast screaming rock and roll. My favorite bands today include Three Days Grace, system of a Down, Linkin Park, Seether, Five FInger Death Punch. I still enjoy listening to other types of music such as Evanescence (love that Amy Lee's voice), My Chemical Romance,and others. My favorite two bands at this time, are Three Day's Grace, and Seether both of which I had the blessing of hearing in concert together at the Midland Theater in downtown Kansas City with my family several years ago. One really kick ass concert. That same night I was introduced to a newer group Skillet who also are good. The one thing that stands out about my two favorites bands is how prolific they are. They continue to pound out super great hits, and I really enjoy most of what they produce. I have over the past year or so also began really liking the band Five Finger Death Punch, they have several big hits recently that are over the top. Their rendition of the old song "Bad Company" caught my attention, and since then they have had several songs that move my soul. I think the lead singer has one of the best voices I have ever heard, and I await more great things from them. I could continue to talk hours about the various songs that have touched me, but let me hear from you, maybe you can turn me on to something that I will enjoy even more.


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Yes Virginia there are miracles IE: KC Chiefs beat Packers!!

Just sitting here, basking in the glow of a rare Kansas City Chief's victory. I must profess that I like 99.9% of the football world did not think the Chiefs could, would, or even might pull a win over the up to then unbeaten Green Bay Packers. After watching the entire game, and like most, not believing my own eyes, I had to relive the game several times thru various sports shows and newscasts. Once I recovered, I began to assess what had happened and how it did so. First of all, the week began with the joyous news that Todd the Horrible Haley was finally axed for his incompetence. Yes the Chiefs did incur horrendous injury losses with the 3 major contributors being lost for the entire season all curiously from knee injuries. Yes this hurt the Chiefs chances to match up to stronger teams, but to start the season getting stomped into the mud by 3 different teams, was just plain ugly. Most teams even bad teams do not get totally dominated and look so just plain inept game after game. Another sign of the bad times ahead was the lazy manner in which Haley handled the team during the shortened preseason. ALL of the other teams had the same short preseason, but the majority of them did not come out of the gates backwards like the KC Chiefs.  They came into games unmotivated, unprepared, and basically flat as a pancake, and were steamrolled over by the opposing teams. In the first 3 games they acted like they could not compete at the high school level , and much more the professional level. They played downright UGLY, and had no one to blame but their head coach's very poor decisions not only before the season but during games. In at least 2 of the first 3 games his poor judgement cost yards, and he badly mismanaged the game clock. Not just UGLY but UBER UGLY!! Then came a stretch of games where the Chiefs actually looked competitive, and they won 4 games in a row! Looked like their lethargic start was over and they were back in control. But not so fast, once again  spiraled down losing game after game. Finally Monday of last week, after playing arguably their worst game of the season against the New York Jets, Scott Pioli got off his fat derriere and with Clark Hunts approval fired the brainless wonder child Haley. Immediately they promoted Romeo Crennel to the head coach position, I personally viewed as a fantastic choice, and the team as a whole seemed to breathe a sigh of collective relief.  I even hope that the Chief's head office pulls their heads out of their rears and seriously consider Crennel as the permanent head coach. Once Romeo Crennel had become a bit more accustom to his new position he quickly promotes Kyle Orton to the main quarterback role, and Rick Stanzi (the previous 3rd string) as his backup. I do not have anything against Tyler Palko, but his play in place of the injured Matt Cassel was uninspiring, badly handled, and he made way too many extremely bad game decisions. Old Haley stubbornly stuck  with him, and the Chiefs continued to spiral downward. Once the game started it quickly had a different feel from earlier games. The Chiefs came out to play, and play they did. They took the kickoff right down the field , but had to settle for a field goal. Then the defense took over and manhandled the Packers at virtually every turn. The Chiefs secondary covered the Packer receivers like fur on a dog, and continually harassed pretty boy Rogers, and they did it with mostly with just a four man front. By halftime, the sense of a huge upset had begun permeating  the entire stadium, with the Packers slinking  into their locker room down 6-0. The Packers were still in the game, needing only one touchdown to go ahead in the game. The much needed touchdown came in the third quarter and the Packers finally had their lead for the first time in the game. But unfortunately for the Packers it was short lived as the Chiefs immediately marched down the field and connected on another field goal after being stymied from a touchdown to take a two point lead which the Chiefs never relinquished again in the game. One more field goal made the score 12 -7, and then the Chiefs finally dealt the death blow with a touchdown making the score 19-7.  The Packers came back with a touchdown of their own, but were unable to click again and the Kansas City Chiefs came away with an unbelievable win over the Packers, ending the Packers hopes of an unbeaten season, and making new Chiefs fans throughout the entire area, for at least for another week. Now hopefully the Chiefs can build on this win, and come back next week and beat Oakland, and beat the Denver Donkeys (sorry I meant the Broncos...old habits are hard to break). This might give Romeo Crennel a running chance of being the next true head coach of the Kansas City Chiefs. All is good in Mudville right now, and for at least 6 days we here in Kansas City can truly say " Yes there is a Santa Claus!"      


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American Business the Greedy

Since the terrible tornado that struck the city of Joplin, Missouri several weeks ago, there is a story out there that the corporate meatheads at Direct TV were assessing the unfortunates that lost their homes and business, a $500 penalty unless their equipment was returned. Now I do not know how true or false the story is, but I had a similar experience several years back with another heartless corporation that is entirely true, and illustrates just how cold and greedy the corporate mindset thinks. Our house and business burned to the ground in April of 2007, and a short time later we contacted Comcast our internet and TV service provider to inform them of the circumstance. We lost virtually everything we owned not only personally as well as most of the business equipment and inventory. Comcrap oops I meant to say Comcast (actually not a slip of the pen) on hearing of our situation demanded that we reimburse them for their equipment lost with no regard to the apparent facts. They not only wanted the equipment price (at full retail no discounting here) but they also wanted the full month's service charge even though we could not use the service for almost half that time. Corporate greed (bottom line profit) won out , and they eventually got their full greed money. Oh I should say in their defense, they did generously allow us a payment schedule so that we could pay out (through the nose) over a six month period of time, as long as they got their money. Personally I no longer have anykind of respect for Comcrap (Comcast) and if ever given any real chance of an equal or better provider I will jump their ship and thumb my nose at them as I leave. Comcast has proven to me that their only concern is how to rip money out of everyone's pocket, no matter the situation. I firmly believe if someone were to die, Comcast probably has a ghoul collector who will constantly harass the mourning family members so that they will get their almighty dollar. They probably even have a morgue patrol who go around and search the pockets of the dead for loose change. Gotta make sure they get their money. I realize that some scam artist might try to take advantage of the company and claim to have suffered terrible loss such as flood or fire, but it would have been easily verified our fire loss with the police, fire and news reports. Why can't these corporations set aside a certain amount of cash in a fund to help alleviate the stress on the owner's lives instead of heaping another financial burden on an obviously poor time in their lives. Heck I know for a fact that these corporation crapper heads waste money left and right , it would not be a drop in their buckets of corporate profit to provide such a service. One last thought, I earlier referenced the Direct TV Corp as the opening of this rant, and I would like to make it clear, the story has not been proven, and that according to some reports, one of the corporate heads has come out and said that the story was entirely false, that their contract with users states there is no penalty due to acts of god (IE: natural disasters).


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Dastardly Doomers and their fairy tale stories

While sitting here watching the news regarding the recent tornado disasters all over the country, I was amused by the usual din from the looney tunes regarding what is about to actually happen around the world. Now I am assuming you by now have heard the anguished cries from the Koo Koo Klan debating the end of the world is just about an everyday occurence . The last well published nut case claimed the world was going to end on May 21st around 6PM in parts of the world. When that prediction went flat he immediately came out the next day or so and said the world was not going to end until October 21st of this year. (This way he can still sell T-shirts and survival robes to his long list of rubes.)Understand this is the same fruitcake who claimed to his followers that the world was ending a while back......then came back with "Oh My bad!" Sorry Charlie....I need even more donations to help me see the true future ahead. I have to admit, personally I think the brainless flock of mindless robots that follow him should be pitied for listening to even one single world uttered from this idiot's worthless cake hole. I have no respect for these supposed and self proclaimed religious zealot (at least usually religion is the background behind their preaching) knuckleheads who spew forth their messages of doom, then when their time table comes due, they speak of a slight miscalculations, or a miniscule error in their thinking, or perhaps a new proclamation from GOD! Most of these dopes are simply preying on the simple minded, or low esteemed persons who populate every nook and cranny of the world. These false idols are like the snake oil salesmen of old who preyed on fear and on insecurity. Now we are suppose to wait holding our breath for October 21st, and if that doesn't happen, I am sure he will have another "revelation" , or then wait a little more than one year and viola we have the great 2012  end of the Mayan Calendar debacle. Supposedly according to these self proclaimed "seers" the Mayan calendar only goes to the date December 21st ,2012. This is said to be true because that is the last written record from the Mayans regarding time. It brings to mind a cartoon I saw a while back where two Mayan Indians are standing over a stone tablet, and the one holding the chisel turns to his Mayan buddy and proclaims "This ought to drive them crazy! I ran out of space to continue the calendar". What is even more perplexing is the number of so called "experts", scientists,scholars and general pain in the butts,who are falling in line with the doomsday predictions. You have this or that astronomer saying the planets will align on that date causing the Earth's poles to shift, and the spin of the Earth to reverse itself. This will cause the continents around the world to shake an shimmy with massive earthquakes,tidal waves, and tempatures changing in wild swings. They then start spouting gibberish that will prove their theories. Oh no the world is coming to an end. Or that a comet or asteroid or other astral body will hit our planet and render the surface uninhabitable. Not to be left behind, Hollywood is spewing out various themes that beat the mantra the world is about to end!!! (Nothing against Hollywood, I like entertainment, but some fools actually believe the cow patty crunchies put into a movie as being real. ) Now really folks, first of all, prognosticators have since the beginning of time predicted the Earth's demise. Way back when we were barely beginning to stand on two legs, the elders or priest would predict the Earth's end whenever there was a full eclipse. Lo and behold that didn't happen. Then there was the change of the century from one to another such as 1899 to 1900, people claimed the world would cease whenever the calendar went from one century to the next. Remember the great Y2K scare of 2000? Many learned experts claimed that the world would collapse in chaos whenever the calendar changed from 1999 to 2000 due to the computers being based on a calendar from the 1900s calendar not the new 2000.  Companies across the United States and even the world spent millions if not billions checking all the line codes to correct this evil. It didn't even cause a hiccup on the radar screen when the new year actually came. Some people panicked in 1899 when the new year approached and caused some stirring of fear until the new year arrived and nothing happened. One other example I remember when I was a young man (No my daughter not back in the Stone Age as you thought), I read a book called Criswell Predicts. In this book, the author according to the cover of his  book was 87 % accurate on previous predictions he had made, and he predicted a whole slew of horrible events for the next few decades, including the city of Denver, Colorado would be attacked by some sort of alien ray that would turn all buildings and hard structures into rubber and collapse on the hapless occupants, crushing them to death and basically wiping out the entire city's population. Another of his predictions had a lake somewhere in the center of Europe (I do not remember if an exact lake was mentioned) would be full of tourists and swimmers, and suddenly in a very short span of time a new volcano would rise out of the center of the lake and boil alive everyone in it. The last prediction I remember said that a terrible disease would sweep thru the world causing our skin to dry up and crack with painful and deadly results. The only help was to rub the skin with quantities of oil to help defeat this evil. None of these predictions came about, the Denver Donkeys still run the field at Mile High Stadium, only mild sunburns have been reported from the lakes in Europe, and my skin is still baby bottom soft without the use of oil. (kind of screwed up his batting  average of 87 % huh?)  I learned from this not to believe something just because it was in a book or on TV. Finally I look at these end of the world predictions not only to be false and misleading, but even if they are true, when it hits, there is not a lot I can do to prevent it, so I will simply bend over and kiss my ass goodbye! Grab a can of Michelob Ultra and flip off the cosmos and the comet about to tap dance on the top of my head.  


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Ford Mustangs….Evil Doer or just a car?

Many years ago, while traveling down a four lane road in Kansas City.  I was going east on this road (name with held cause I want to with hold it), and approaching a bridge that rose a bit upward. A brand new Mustang came roaring from behind me and passed me like I a comet passing the moon. The Mustang topped the crest of the hill ahead of me about the middle of the bridge, and then disappeared from sight. As I came over the hill, I suddenly realized there was some sort of black oil slick in front of me on the road, and the Mustang was no where in sight. Slowing down I began glancing around and spotted the oily skid marks swerving to the right and ending at a damaged rail on the side of the road. Fearing the worst, I drove to the end of the bridge and u-turned to proceed underneath the bridge. The road ran alongside the bridge going both directions on each side of the bridge, and crossing over underneath the bridge to service the businesses lined up on both sides of the bridge. Pulling up, I could see the crumpled remains of the Mustang upside down, while the wheels still spinning in the air, and the roof of the car crushed flat against the car's sides, like a crushed aluminum can. I jumped out to see if I could render assistance, and was immediatel joined by another driver who also was passing by at the same time. We both ran to the car calling out to see if any person or persons were inside the wreckage was still alive, but no sound came from the twisted steel. Not giving up hope, the other driver ran back to his truck, and brought back a large pry bar.  We inserted the bar between the door and the frame and after considerable effort managed to open the door about two feet. For a second we both held our breath not knowing what kind of mess was inside the car dead or alive. Suddenly from inside the car a set of fingers and then hand appears, followed by an arm and the rest of the driver's figure. He pulls himself out of the wreckage, and slowly gets to his feet, while straightening out his disheveled clothes and brushing off the road debris from his shirt and pants. Oblivious to the fact that we were even standing there, the man turns back to the car (or at least what was left of the car) and surveys the scene for a long second. He then rears back and gives the car a vicious kick.  Muttering aloud in a gravely voice he proclaims digustedly "Damn Mustangs, can't even handle a little hill". As things turned out, he was not seriously injured, just a few bumps and bruises, but he was still pissed off about the car's lack of handling. He continued on exclaiming the lack of control by the Mustang, and how it was all the car's fault! Some people just don't get it do they?


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The puppy piranha pulls no punches!!

One of the biggest pleasures in my life are my two dogs, both from the Psychos R Us School of Canines. I have two of these puppy dogs. Actually they are both older but I am not sure wiser dogs. Sammy is the older of the two, about 8 years old, and a black labrador mix, the biggest sweetie ever put on the Earth. He is about 70 pounds of pure love, not a mean bone in his body. Even though he does like to woof at anything that moves and then trot off to woof at something else. Jensen is our latest acquisition, rescued from a life of endless kennel time. He is 57 pounds of sneaky love. We think he is a mix of Jack Russell Terrier and Springer Spaniel. Looks a lot like the RCA Nipper dog, same brown patch over his eyes, and just as curios. He came to us by way of my sister the realtor from one of her clients who decided that they no longer wanted him or their other dog and were going to put them in a pound. My sister's heart which is bigger than the State of Missouri, could not allow this, so she called us, and we became new proud parents.She kept the other dog to complement her own old dog. We like to refer to Jensen as our devil dog. He tends to get into things he shouldn't but it does make life more interesting. One note, we tend to call him "Jimmy" after several months because my sister said his name was "Jimpson". Until one day when my sister brought us some papers on the dog and we realized after month's of calling him "Jimpson and Jimmy" his name was actually "Jensen". Confused yet? So are we. Anyway back to Jimmy, he is a big cuddler. He loves to crawl up on your lap, or next to you when you are laying down, and then snuggle his head under you. He also tends to be a rubbery dog. He likes to lie, draped over you with the seemingly impossible positions that make him appear to have not nary a bone in his body. He also sheds ginormous amounts of hair. I have never seen any animal shed more than his own weight in hair on an hourly basis. Think I am kidding? Try vacuuming around the livingroom and within a few minutes, it looks like a the great blizzard just dropped in and left its mark. Sammy needs constant love, day in and day out, or actually second by second. He is constantly jabbing his nose into you letting you know you are not paying enough attention to his world. He also is still not thrilled with us acquiring a rival for our affections. Jimmy has begun picking up Sammy's bad habits, and is beginning to vie for his own attention. It is becoming a big battle daily with each dog trying to get more love than the other. Sammy loves to fetch balls, toys, even empty bottles, and Jimmy begins to get jealous and barks out his frustrations. We have tried to teach Jimmy to fetch, but his idea of fetching is to grab the ball away and go over and lie down with it. I am not sure if he is too dumb to learn or too smart to be fooled into chasing the stupid ball. Who is the really dumb bell here, huh? Sammy has also acquired the new name the "Pasta Piranha". This noble title has been bestowed on him by my wife due to a new peculiar habit he has started.  One night while eating spaghetti, I held a piece up for him to eat, and he attacked this pasta like a school of piranhas taking down a full grown oxen. Snap, snap,snap in a full ferocious attack and the pasta was gone, but luckily not my fingers in the process (I did check thoroughly even so). What makes this particularly amusing is normally Sammy takes food from you very gently. Film to be shown at a later date. More coming on these two knuckleheads in future posts.


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Training your buyer isn’t what it used to be!

Now some people would refer to me as a bit crazy, but I beg to differ on their opinion by saying I am flat out nuts (at least at times). Another gem from my past begins about 18 years ago at an antique / flea market show I was doing in Kansas City. I was setting up my booth early on the morning of the show, and into my booth walks an individual whom I know but do not particularily care much about. His passion was collecting antique radios which at the time my own tastes ran parallel to his. In fact that is how I became to know of him. Now to let you understand what this particular man was about, a conversation with another friend of mine gave me the best description of this guy. His evaluation of the man was that he was the nicest guy you would ever meet until you did any business with him. In this case, if you ever tried to sell, buy or trade an antique radio with him, he would be just as happy to skin you alive and let the buzzards pick your bones than make a decent deal with you. Anyway getting back to the story, he comes into my booth early this morning, and begins looking at the radio related items I was displaying. He comes upon a crystal radio (1920's if not a bit earlier). I had just purchased this radio the previous day at a garage sale for 25 cents, but I knew the retail value to be around $125.00, so I priced the radio at $95.00 so it would sell quickly and pass on a bit of the good price. He turns to me and in his usual condescending tone, tells me that he would be willing to give me ten dollars for the radio. I politely refused, and started to move away when he grabs my arm and becomes insistent on me selling him this radio at his "offer". I again refused and tried to pull away. At this point he remarks in his snotty way "It is only worth 15 dollars at the most". Now normally I am a calm and easy going type of guy, but this individual just plain rubbed me wrong. I am getting angrier by the second as he continues to jabber on about what bad condition the radio was in, and how he was doing me a favor by offering as much as he did. I snatched the radio out of his hands, and began admonishing him. I told him if that was all it was worth, then ........and before I knew what I was doing, I threw the radio on the ground and stomped it flat. Picking up the smashed piece, I held it forth and told him that I would take his offer now. He stood there, with his mouth wide open (kind of like a fish gasping for air) and totally speechless for a few minutes. Finally he manages to to stammer out "I was going to buy that radio" and added "What do you think you are doing?" I grinned at him and told him it was my radio and I could do as I please, and would he kindly exit my display area. At this he turned and stomped out of the booth muttering to himself all the way. I do not really know what prompted my outburst, but one thing kept coming back to me, that was the best 25 cents I ever spent! Interesting sub note; In the years following the incident, whenever this guy walked into my booth, and wanted to buy anything, he always paid the marked price in full, never again to try and low ball me. Isn't life grand?!!


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Thoughts of no particular importance or impotence!!

Being a collectibles dealer for approximately 20 years, I have run into all kinds of strange people, insane people, goofy people, and just funny people. One story that comes to mind happened about 12 years ago, when I was doing regular antique shows/ flea markets in Tulsa, Oklahoma. At that time , the collector items , specifically Pepsi character glasses were a fairly hot item, and I usually sold them fairly quickly. These glasses are 16 ounce heavy glass, and on one side they have a colorful round circle with a super hero or villain emblazoned in the center (hence the reference to Pepsi Moon Series). This one particular show, I had brought with me a complete set of 16 super hero Pepsi moon series glasses, and I was pretty proud of myself, because to have a complete set in itself was really rare. So I smugly set the glasses on one of my display shelves, and finished setting up the entire booth. Priced this set at $350, which was about right for each glass if sold separately. Now next to me was this cranky old dude named Joe, whom I had known for a year or so. He sets up his display, and to my chagrin, he has an entire cardboard table which he fills with these same Pepsi Super Hero moon glasses. Then my heart really sinks as he sets up a cardboard sign in the middle of the table "Choice $2 each". Not being of sound mind or body, and needing some cash to buy anything else, I did not try to purchase any of his, except for a few rarer glasses . Oh well maybe the next show I would sell mine. So I began to fiddle around with other things, and tended to customers. About one half hour into the beginning of the show, I noticed a very nicely dressed woman making her way up the aisle. I see her stop at Joe's booth and start rifling through his glass assortment, paying close attention to the sign in the middle of the table. Turning away, I continued helping another customer, not really watching what was going on next booth over. A couple of minutes pass and the same woman appears in my booth and starts looking over my selection. She stops in front of my display of glasses and begins examining each unit one by one. Finishing with the customer I had been working with, I stroll over to her and ask her if she needs any help? She turns to me and says " Could you do any better on the price of these glasses?" Now I am thinking she wants me to drop the price for the set down to the same price as Joe's, but I politely say " IF you want the glasses right now, I will sell the set to you for only $320." She replies to my surprise "OK, wrap them up, and I will be back to pick them up".  Then pulls out the cash and pays me and leaves. Stunned I glance over to Joe's booth and the glasses on his table are still sitting there. I walk over to him and ask if he would do any better on the entire lot of glasses he has sitting there , and he tells me no, he just witnessed me selling my set for a lot more money. Shrugging, I pull out the cash and pay him for the glasses on his table, which number 87. He boxes them up, and I move them over to put under my table cloth in my booth. I then wrap up a set from the glasses I just purchased, and just as I finish, up comes the same woman. "Why haven't you wrapped up my glasses? she asks. I reply "Here they are maam, I had several sets with me today, and some extras also. " She looks at me in surprise and says "Oh, well how much will you sell me the other sets for?" Now I am really amazed! I know with the set still on display plus 2 other sets, and 39 other glasses, we are talking some nice chunk of change. Not missing a beat, I tell her I will sell all the rest of my inventory for only $1100. She stands there a minute and then says "I do not have enough cash, could I give you a check?" "Sure I can, your check is fine with me" She proceeds to pull out $700 more in cash and writes me a check for an additional $400. After she is done paying me, she says she will go get her husband to pick them up, so would I please wrap them all up. Dumbfounded, I begin wrapping glass after glass, and fill half a dozen empty boxes for transport. Within a few minutes, the lady shows back up with her husband in tow, and he begins carrying out the boxes. Not being able to resist, I ask the lady while she is directing her husband's actions "Maam, I do not mean to be rude, but I have to ask, earlier the guy next to me had some of these glasses on his table, why did you not buy his? " She turns to me and admonishes me by saying "Oh those things? They were just reproductions, they were too cheap to be real!" Then she leaves as her husband wheels out the last boxes. Joe walks over to me shaking his head, because he had been listening to my exchange with her. "Jon I just do not believe what just happened!" I nodding my head in agreement tell him " Yeah I hope you are not upset about the transaction!" Which he looks with me and grins saying "Jon, sometimes your the dog, and sometimes your the hydrant....today I think I am the hydrant", and walks back to his booth. This is a crazy world, huh?


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Thoughts of no particular importance or impotence!

A few weeks ago, my son got a refund check from AT&T. This of course is not a big deal, however the check was for .02 CENTS! To issue this check they must have spent 1 to 2 dollars for the labor, paper,ink, and postage. And these mensa monkeys wonder why their profits are not any higher? Whjch makes me remember the following true tale of AT & T HELL! I had a similar experience a number of years ago but in reverse. I ended my relationship (otherwise known as the royal screw) with AT & T . About six months went by and suddenly I started getting bills from them for what they claimed I still owed them. The amount? It was the grand sum of total importance to them of .10 CENTS! I had paid them in full when I closed the  account according to some mensa monkey pencil pushing bill, yet now six months later they wanted an additional .10 CENTS! I refused to pay this amount, based on several theories. One was simply they said I had a balance due at the end of our stormy royal screw, and I paid that balance, thus ending all debts to them. Unfortunately according to their pencil pushing mensa monkeys they were able to scrape up an additional national debt I owed of .10 CENTS! Over the next year and a half, I continued to get dunning notices at regular monthly intervals . BUT as the months passed the bill grew to .15 CENTS! Finally I called (on a competitors phone which was giving quite good service) and spent an hour in AT & T HELL trying to resolve this burdening debt. I was told at that time by their own MENSA MONKEY that the charge would be cleared and I would not get any more billings. Satisfied, I forgot about the bill until about 45 days later, I get a call from a COLLECTION AGENCY trying to collect the now huge bill of .15 CENTS!! Now I do not know about you, but as far as I am aware, collection agencies do not hire the sharpest tack in the box, but this particular agent was fairly pleasant and assured me that the matter would be handled. SURE enough I started getting aporoximately one call a month from various collector agencies pleading with me to pay the bill so they would make a huge profit from my .15 CENTS!! At first I politely explained the situation, and they all agreed I was correct. This degraded into less polite refusals from me to pay what I felt was an illegal shakedown by the AT & T mensa monkeys and their hit squads of collector goons. Months go by and I finally started getting what seemed to be talking to collection agents who had obtained a brain from the wizard of OZ! The next couple of agents informed me that they would indeed have the debt wiped from my record and settle this ridiculous foray into my privacy. GREAT, finally some sense to this madness.......at least for about 3 months, and then another call, but now my debt had ballooned to .17 CENTS! This meant the collection agency was now making even more money from this transaction if and when they actually collected it from me. This happened several times more, and then finally I stopped getting the phone calls and the billings. Wow, peace at last, and AT & T only spent about a BAZILLION dollars trying to collect what eventually went to .17 CENTS!! The kicker to all this was several months passed and then I started getting sweetheart letters from AT & T and their mensa monkeys telling me what a great company they were, and would I like to sign up for their phone service? I truly believe that I would rather stick my feet in glowing hot coals while hammering nails into my testicles, and being forced to watch in person Roseanne Barr and Rosie O'Donnell rubbing oil into each others naked bodies before I will ever again subject to the Mensa Monkeys at AT & T! Oh Lord someone please hand me the Comet Cleanser so I can scrub out that  horrible picture from my already severely damaged brain!!


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Thoughts of no particular importance or impotence!

If you had a choice, would you rather be very hot or very cold? Just musing while sitting here in the midst of a BLIZZARD with snow higher than my age group!!


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Thoughts of no particular importance or impotence!

If you invite Zombies to dinner, would you serve finger foods? What about arm roast?


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