My favorite find, oddly enough, from my trek to MB, was this awesome field band metal suitcase. It's a big beauty, and my photo doesn't do it justice. My love of suitcases is unsurpassed by anyone, but a black metal BAND suitcase made me swoon.
It was the very last thing I bought, and when I handed the seller my money, he asked: "You're not even going to ask for a better price?" My reply was that, as a dealer, when I find something at a fair price, I feel duty-bound to pay that price without being a weenie about it. Not everything needs to be dickered over. He responded by reducing it by $10 anyway, with a wink!
That, my friends, was my permission to slink home.
I've pondered long and hard why I love this so much, and I know a part of it is that my ex-boyfriend would love it. Too bad. So sad.*
*Upon reflection, I've edited the last paragraph. If the comments no longer make sense, so be it.