I was super-stoked for the long-anticipated DC Big Flea this past weekend. There's been a lot of snow and cold, and way too much 9-to-5ing going on lately (more like 9-to-9). That math adds up to zero junking, so I was ready!
I used to sell at this show back in the early days of VRS, so I have history. The show is 6X/year and claims to have 600 booths. Sounds good, right? But, man, I am losing the faith. Anyone that's ever junked with me knows I'm good to go. I've got a pocket full of cash, a big empty vehicle, and need to feed the booth beast. Look out, move along, and get out of my way.
Don't get me wrong; there are some great dealers. But frankly, there's just far too much estate jewelry and glassware for my taste. It's pretty bad when I can breeze through a show this large in under 2 hours.
This past show was rough, for me. I kept looking and looking and nothing was speaking to me. Until….
Did I need something to cure my INFLAMED EYELIDS? Or maybe something for my GRIPINGS? I'm pretty sure it wasn't DYSENTERY, but could it be SPASMODIC CROUP? No matter, I've now got it all covered. I'm feeling better already.
Then, wait what? Am I dreaming? The only things that can turn around a meh show:
Underpriced trophies! Yep, feeling better already.