Usually when I go to the swap meet, whoever goes with me ends up helping me carry my finds - a type drawer, a vintage suitcase, an old wooden box that would be perfect for that assemblage I've been planning.
Well, this time daughter Jenny, who accompanied me didn't have to carry a thing. I hardly had to carry a thing. My Frida Kahlo mesh bag stayed folded under my arm and I carted away my "score" in a pocket of my jacket - and one of the smaller pockets at that!
To paraphrase Spencer Tracy in Pat & Mike -
"...not much score at that swap meet, but what there was was cherce."
And counting the $1.00 I paid to get in, I only spent $2.00!