Either way, every now and then you’ll get lucky and score a good deal on something you’re actually looking for. Case in point, last week I saw an ad for junior golf clubs. The guy lived in Woodstock so I figured he wouldn’t be a total slob. N and I drove out there to check it out, and the guy selling the clubs happened to be somebody who seemed like a golf pro. He was older, a la Arnold Palmer-ish, and very nice. He talked about golfing in Arizona and Florida, so he'd hardcore.
The walls of his garage were literally lined with clubs, I kid you not. He was a collector of wood shaft drivers, and you could tell that golf was his passion. He said that in the course of searching for these clubs, he ran across a junior set now and then and would unload them to the neighborhood. He charged us $10 for the bag and clubs. Their are in excellent condition, and the bag has this cool feature where legs pop out when you set it down, so the bag stays upright.
Best of all, N is thrilled to pieces with them. He was so excited, and when we got home, he took the clubs up to his room and kept them by his bed. How’s that for a score?
Until the next time, thanks for reading.
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