Trumpf, Trumpf, Trumpf
We went to our local junk shop today to see if they had anything new since our last visit three weeks ago. The last time we were there, I found a Mamiya 500mm Telephoto lens priced at $55. I wasn’t sure if I could get an adapter for my camera, and I hate trying to search for stuff on my phone, so I decided to go home and look it up on my computer. I found and ordered an adapter for my camera and then the next day, we went back to the store to buy the lens.
Just as I turned the corner of the aisle where I left the lens, not 24 hours earlier, I watched some rat bastard pick up my lens. I followed him around the store until he paid $40! for my lens, and I haven’t been back since… until today.
There were no great treasures to be found today, but I did find some amusing old artifacts like this display case that’s been in the store for years, but I never really noticed that it says “Trumpf” on it. As soon as I did, I immediately thought of the scene in Blazing Saddles when all of the politicians are sitting around saying, “Harrumpf, harrumpf, harrumpf,” and I thought maybe I was caught between two timelines.

Right next to the Trumpf display case was this questionable box of water softener conditioner.

I also saw this record and felt a moment of despair when I realized that there are probably parents in this country who still don’t know the answer to that question.

I don’t know, maybe that last one is too cynical.