Okay, so I have a dream.
And it's not pretty.
But it is lucrative, given the new craze for flea markets, shabby chic, junking..etc. (of which I too, am guilty - it's a sickness, I tell you...)
I think I want to be an entrepreneur - you know, that's French for opening a new business without knowing what you're doing.
Anyway, I think it should be kinda like a flea market - but under a roof.
I think too, I will name it - The Junk Store.
(Maybe even "Ye Olde Junke Shoppe" cause that would show class.)
No frills, just junk. But only good junk - you know, stuff other people put out at the curb.
And if you don't find anything in the storefront you like, then I could direct you to the back room called...
the trash room.
Cause that would be like second-hand junk, er, maybe technically third-hand junk...and if you don't find anything you want there - well of course, then you can always go through the recycle room ....and then out the back door to rummage around in the..
dumpster.
and whatever survives the dumpster, then of course, I could sell on ebay.
I'm not saying there is a lot of trash on ebay or anything, but there is a lot of good junk on ebay, - and you just never know -
After all, one man's trash is another man's treasure, right?
People would buy it.
I think my junke store would make a lot of people happy,
make me money,
drive up stock prices,
and preserve the environment.
Righto, step one completed. I now have a formulated business plan.

2 comments:
We have never met.
I don't even think you know what I look like.
We live thousand's of miles apart.
Yet.
You have described my home perfectly.
How is that?
Huh?
sir - we share the same sickness...the flea-marketers flu.
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