My husband’s choice It was the summer of 1998. My husband, my son and I went to one of the local flea markets on a Sunday afternoon. It had lots of junk and a few rare finds. My husband went one way. My son and I went another. We had looked at about all we wanted and started to look for my husband. We went down one aisle, and looked up on a tall cabinet and saw the ugliest lamp I had ever seen. I asked my son what type of person would buy a lamp like that. We made another round looking for my husband. When we came back down that aisle with the ugly lamp, there stood my husband. He was buying the lamp. My son and I burst out laughing and turned around. We left so the person selling the lamp wouldn't hear our snickering. We laughed about it the whole way home, while my husband thought it was a great bargain. He said it was an antique. Patty Nitten |
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