I'm at a thrift shop, WIN, I think, somewhere between here and there, I'm going to say Red Deer not Red Deer. More an antique or junk shop, and I'm there with my son and my father, treasures galore...I'm on the main floor, collecting antique candlesticks, there's a a glass display case filled with beautiful things, I've set my candlesticks down, looking at vintage watches, all sorts, I'm laying aside a pile, rarities and brands I've never seen before...
Looking through the case, then upstairs, another glass case, and now I'm finding expensive fountain pens, Mont Blancs, all sorts of designs, new, in the box, I can't keep up with all the treasures, and as quickly as I'm piling them up they're disappearing, and I'm getting a little panic-stricken, can I afford them all? And where are they going to?
My father, he's had enough, he wants us to hurry, get out of here, time to continue onwards to our destination, ...