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This wasn't technically a tag sale, because the merchandise was free. Every few months (this is the first time since I started) my employer clears out assorted stuff from the warehouse by setting it out in the lunchroom for employees to help ourselves to. I operated on the strict principle of "if I can't figure out what it is, I'm not taking it." Some of what I could identify included a tote bag (handy for holding the rest of the plunder), The Genius of Ray Charles, a gadget to reduce the heat to a pot on the stove (which may stop the bottom of the pot from burning when ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cattitude makes chili), a tablecloth (which seemed like a good idea at the time), and a piece of angel tat that I expect will either amuse or horrify rysmiel. Possibly both. Also a "mint mark collection" of recent US dimes, approximate value 30¢, complete with non-grammatical "Certificate of Authenticity."
[No gym post yesterday because I decided that a day-long sore throat plus sore knees added up to it being a bad idea to go work out. I was probably right, inasmuch as I awoke with a headache this morning, but aspirin worked wonders, and I may even exercise tomorrow.]
Research, in the form of riding the relevant trains this evening, has determined that it takes maybe five minutes longer to get from work by taking the #7 subway train at Woodside to the A than it does to go all the way to Penn Station by railroad and get the A there. This leaves only one disadvantage--the lack of a suitable bakeshop on that route, at which I can get a muffin for my second breakfast.
cattitude makes chili), a tablecloth (which seemed like a good idea at the time), and a piece of angel tat that I expect will either amuse or horrify rysmiel. Possibly both. Also a "mint mark collection" of recent US dimes, approximate value 30¢, complete with non-grammatical "Certificate of Authenticity."[No gym post yesterday because I decided that a day-long sore throat plus sore knees added up to it being a bad idea to go work out. I was probably right, inasmuch as I awoke with a headache this morning, but aspirin worked wonders, and I may even exercise tomorrow.]
Research, in the form of riding the relevant trains this evening, has determined that it takes maybe five minutes longer to get from work by taking the #7 subway train at Woodside to the A than it does to go all the way to Penn Station by railroad and get the A there. This leaves only one disadvantage--the lack of a suitable bakeshop on that route, at which I can get a muffin for my second breakfast.