I went to a nearby tag sale this morning with the wife. I was looking for a print that I thought was a Jim Steranko from a pic I saw online. We got there at 8:30 thinking it started at 9:00, but it was actually 10:00. So, we signed up (numbers 34 and 35 on the list!) and then went to an old breakfast place we used to frequent when we lived closer, but hadn't been to in years. Back to the sale, lining up outside the house and finally the first wave going in at 10:15 - thirty people only so we're still on the outs.
Another 20 minutes and no one's come out. Finally, I guess they decide the house can hold more, so they waive the next batch into the house, including the wife and I! I go blundering about into the den looking for the print, but I'm not seeing it. My wife, obviously the brains of the operation, asks one of the sales staff where the prints is - kids room upstairs! She heads up, sees it leaning against a dresser on the floor, and snaps it up an instant before some nearby man had started to show some interest! So thanks to the wife, we've had breakfast and now have this: