Yesterday I was planning on going to the library again. I didn't realize that libraries were closed on sundays so I went walking. I walked in one direction for quite a while, and then decided to turn in random directions and not pay any attention to where I was before, or where I was going. Probably not the smartest thing to do. I found myself at the edge of the city. Where all the houses turn into warehouses, streets into highways, and parks into farmers fields. I didn't know where I was. So, I walked along the busy road for a good half hour. At times I thought I knew where I was, but found no familiar landmarks. Then, just around the corner, I saw an old antique shop. In need of some rest, I stopped by.
It was your typical antique store. Old typewriters, decaying books, rusty tools, pricey furniture, and of course there were the usual vast amounts of glassware that nobody was going to buy. The prices looked pretty good. I wandered around for a bit (20ish minutes) and then found a basket of old books. In it was "The New Webster Dictionary and Complete Vest Pocket Library", dated 1914. There wasn't any price on it so I asked the cashier. She wasn't sure what the price was. She was going to ask her coworker, but he never came. She thought for a bit and said, "Just take it." I insisted on at least paying something for it, but the old dictionary was forced upon me. No complaints about that of course.
With my new 107 year old dictionary in hand, I continued wandering. At a corner store I asked where A road was. (not the actual name, just protecting my location) The man acted as if I were some kind of idiot and pointed in the general direction of A. I ignore the shaking of his head and headed out towards A. After asking 1 more person and walking for 40-50 minutes, I reached the library. From there it was 30 more minutes home. The trip back was uneventful, aside from my legs finding new places to hurt.
I don't think I'll do that again. No, next time I'll get lost in the upper part of town.
It was your typical antique store. Old typewriters, decaying books, rusty tools, pricey furniture, and of course there were the usual vast amounts of glassware that nobody was going to buy. The prices looked pretty good. I wandered around for a bit (20ish minutes) and then found a basket of old books. In it was "The New Webster Dictionary and Complete Vest Pocket Library", dated 1914. There wasn't any price on it so I asked the cashier. She wasn't sure what the price was. She was going to ask her coworker, but he never came. She thought for a bit and said, "Just take it." I insisted on at least paying something for it, but the old dictionary was forced upon me. No complaints about that of course.
With my new 107 year old dictionary in hand, I continued wandering. At a corner store I asked where A road was. (not the actual name, just protecting my location) The man acted as if I were some kind of idiot and pointed in the general direction of A. I ignore the shaking of his head and headed out towards A. After asking 1 more person and walking for 40-50 minutes, I reached the library. From there it was 30 more minutes home. The trip back was uneventful, aside from my legs finding new places to hurt.
I don't think I'll do that again. No, next time I'll get lost in the upper part of town.
