Where I go shopping

There are lots of rundown mills like this in New England. I heard about it when I was out in the snow on Thursday. Come to find out, it's run by some old pals I used to buy from. People may close their shops, but they never leave this business. You'll find them again somewhere. I sifted through ten tons of debris and found a few gems, soon to be blogged above. You know what else? I paid what the hard working senior citizens asked. And I didn't browbeat anyone into selling me stuff. Have I mentioned I really can't stand that show American Pickers? Wow, now they're on the TV ridiculing the old man who asked $250 for a ridiculously cool industrial lamp. They bought it and are going to ask $350. What's their problem with the old man who wants $250? Why can't he ask a strong price? He's no dummy. Why do you people like these guys? If someone asks a high price for something I want, I have a bunch of standard responses, like, "Nowhere to go from there…", "My price points are about the same…", "Is that firm?" (and I accept their reply without being a jerk about it.) They're just taking advantage of one senior citizen after another, and I can't stand it. But I also don't like making offers. I tend to shop in places where there are price tags. If they made up the price before I walked in the door, then I can make a ridiculous profit and not feel any pangs of guilt. Everyone asked for my opinion on this show. There it is. Oh, and they act like they're the first people to see the merit in rusty industrial lighting. Like they're starting the industrial lighting thing. Please.