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Hello..
I was at a garage sale today, skimming through
a box of old 45’s, and found a record with the title “Hartz Mountain Canary
Training Record..” Recalling seeing something similar on your Gimme List
yesterday, I grabbed it and paid the pipe smoking guy running the sale.
I went home.
Not two steps out of his driveway, I pulled the record from the sleeve, to see what condition it was in.. The record was free of scratches and nicks, which is all fine and ducky, but it wasn’t the canary training record. Instead, I found an “Atari Space Raiders Read Along Record.”
(“When you hear the tone, turn the page..”)
I brought it back to the pipe smoking man, and asked if I could look for the correct 45 in his bin ...
“All sales are final. No refunds.”
I told him I didn’t *want* a refund, just the right record for the righ sleeve.
“All sales are final. No refunds.”
*grr* So, to make this now very long story short.. I have a sleeve, but no 45 to go along with it. If it’s of any use to you, you’re welcome to it..
The sleeve itself is in sorta good condition.. It’s a little yellowed, and the flap on the back is torn.. But all the main graphics and text are inact and legible. (I can send you scans..)
Thanks,
-- Mike
I hate those Garage Sale Asshole experiences. Suburban Control Freaks from the ‘50s, usually, eking out their last bit of perceived power before their timely death. It’s bizarre, really. I tend to think of a garage sale as inherently buyer-friendly. I think I run into more weirdoes than average because I sometimes have a nutjob question, like just buying a nicely-designed box instead of overpriced item inside. For these people, a simple “no” will not suffice – they have to harrangue, as well. At one sale I went to and tried the box trick on a stapler, the entire contents of the sale had been left out in the rain for at least a day – everything was rusted and ruined. But dammit, she was going to hold onto that cardboard box, yessir, wouldn’t sell it for a buck.