Leg'o my Legos

This Saturday was a bust Flea market & Yard Sale wise - due to Rain.
I woke up around 6am looked out the window and went right back to sleep.
Tomorrow is another day!

Sunday is better.
Up a little late - 7am - I crack open the first Diet Coke of the day, stumble out to The Stratus and hit the road - destination ... The Fair grounds Flea market here in Orlando. I arrive at 7:30 and the place is packed. I hit the blanket section first - and strike paydirt with a ziplock bag of vintage Fisher Price Little People and Furniture for 25 cents.

There is a guy with a bunch of 6 million Dollar man toys, but he is overpriced - seriously higher than eBay - I shake my head and walk away.

Its about 8:30 and about 85 degrees - I put my Hat on, swig some water from my canteen and continue the hunt.

I look at some legos (a favorite) on one table - he has divided then into 2 small plastic tubs and marked them $7.00 a piece. He will not be talked down, so i keep moving, but make a mental note to try again a little later - people get more realistic (i.e. desperate) as the day gets longer and hotter.

I do buy some lego Spongebob Squarepants legos for $1.50 and carry them around.
A man at another table sees them and asks "Do you collect Legos?" - I say no, but I do buy them for my nephew when i am out and about. Not quite a lie, i do have a nephew named Steven and he does occasionally play with the legos at my house.

He reaches under the table and pulls out a huge plastic tub with about 30 pounds of legos.
I play it cool. How much? $100 he says - probably a good deal, but I did not achieve Toy Hunter status by making "good" deals. I start to walk away - slowly, and he aks the magic question - "How Much are you willing to pay". Ha- I've won, but he dosent know it yet, so we continue going through the motions. I offer $50, he says they are worth $200 on ebay. I point out he is not selling them on ebay, but at a hot dirty flea market that is rapidly emptying.

His pride is stopping him so I pull all the money out of my shirt pocket and count it - " I've got 54 dollars and some change, best I can do", I say. He takes it. (Of course I still have about $200 in my wallet, but that's our little secret). He is worried I am going to sell them for more of a profit then he did. OF COURSE I AM - THAT'S WHAT I DO. I hear this often in my travels, like I am doing something wrong. If you get the money you want for something - what do you care what i do with something?

This bothers me for about 2 seconds as i drag my purchase to the car and whistle all the way home.