I'm at an antique store, looking around, I haven't been for a while...*(haven't been ever)
They've some sort of antique roller coaster, with loops and twists, small but high, bright and red, only $700...I should buy this, it would be great...
...and talking to the dealers, the owners, they lay aside certain days and designate themselves part of the City or Country and do exhibitions, not for money, ...
The owner, she's complaining, she just bought a train set and hasn't had a chance to set it all up and get it working so she's going to put up the sign that they're part of Canada and lay aside a day to do it...
People coming, people going, I'm recognizing old dealers...
Little G***, and she's got a couple of parcels assembled she wants to pick up, take, and the owner wants to be paid, and she's getting annoyed, I just pay for it but it doesn't seem to appease her...
Now, trying to leave, but I can't find my boots, one only, and lots that are similar, and I'm sorting through them trying to find the match to my boot, they're everywhere, in the entryway, in the back, I'm having no luck but I'm not going anywhere until I find my other boot...
In the back there's a corner, and I recognize an old puppeteer, he's getting ready to put on a show - the "Something something" puppet show, he's complaining about the owner, he's cheap, from England, and he's setting up a donation jar so he can get some tips and I'm wishing him the best...
And it's back to looking for my other boot...