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things. The boys who lived under the bridge would come in and get new outfits ever so often, always was a special sale on when they came in (free) and the prices got pretty high when someone was wearing big diamonds. We did a lot of good in that little store, and what little money we made over rent and lights went for food orders for families who needed them. Most deeply satisfying job I ever had, paid minimum wage and all the smiles you could carry.
Got so I could smell an antique dealer at ten yards. They had a way of sidling in the door and trying to disappear into the wall while their eyes darted around casing the joint. Prices really went up when one of them came in. One would ask for a price and then say "Oh, that's not worth that much." "Well, you probably shouldn't buy it, then," I'd say softly. They usually bought it. We managed to make the rent and lights and a few food orders every month and we need more places like that now, not fewer. Am so sorry to hear any are closing.
There were even a couple of undercover guys who hung around now and then pretending to be hippies -- their hippie look consisted partly of wearing almost new neckties threaded through their belt loops. Hey, man, cool. With all the real hippies wandering in and out, they probably thought I was selling mood-altering substances on the side. I hate to disappoint people usually but those two standing around trying to look cool while having nothing to focus on was really funny.
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