Harold O.
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While out on my Sunday cycling ride, we passed by a yard sale setting up. One of my guys pointed out a plastic uke on a table up front and I caught a very quick glance.
I noted where we were, finished the ride, got cleaned up, and bee-lined it back to the spot ready to haggle for the uke. Nope. Someone else got there ahead of me.
I was already imagining the fun I'd have, the goofy looks I'd get, the joy that little plastic instrument would bring. Funny how that happens. Missed out, though.
Next time I'm stopping.
I noted where we were, finished the ride, got cleaned up, and bee-lined it back to the spot ready to haggle for the uke. Nope. Someone else got there ahead of me.
I was already imagining the fun I'd have, the goofy looks I'd get, the joy that little plastic instrument would bring. Funny how that happens. Missed out, though.
Next time I'm stopping.