We told you, well, Wrigley told you, to stay home and not buy any more machines. But did you listen? NOOOOOOO. See these steely eyes? That is NOT the sun too brightly shining. It is the look of...YOU ARE SO IN TROUBLE. NO TREATS FOR YOU TONIGHT!!!!
Capital City Cash was open when I got there at a little after ten today. The folks were very friendly there and helped me right away. I did have to exit one building and wait in the entrance way to another store front as the NYM (Nice Young Man) went to fetch my machine. I had been, admittedly, a little bit nervous about going to the Pawn Shop by myself. And I was a bit peeved to have to go back. But , by the time I got there I had scored two other sewing machine related items (why the dogs have disciplined me ) so I was in pretty good spirits.
Actually, the pawn shop was NOT EXACTLY opened when I arrived. I had parked a couple of blocks away and as I approached the shop I saw a man outside the shop, sort of hunched over a big crate.
"Are they open?" I queried.
"In a few minutes, Gotta boot up the computers." He replied with only one side of his mouth. The other side worked, he just chose not to use it.
"I'll be right back." like he CARED?... I have no idea why I said that....
I trekked back to the car to fetch the tote. By the time I got back, he had disappeared inside. The foyer was dirty, as I expected it would be, and the inside of the shop was dark. But, there were some NYM inside working. One, mine, was applying shipping tape to a big, flat, box, which I suspect housed a Flat Screen TV. When he brought out my machine he said " My mama never owned a sewing machine so I have no idea what it is supposed to look like."
I examined the machine briefly, and then, he was kind enough to place it inside the tote and I high tailed it back to day light and the car. WHEW. I had the Singer 223.
It has a pretty cool case.