“I met Ralphie’s little brother at the all-night flea market!”
“Did you tell him he was the most horrible person on Earth?”
“Sorta. He took it personally. I had to explain that it was through the quality of his acting that he stole A Christmas Story.”
“He was good in that. In a horrible way.”
“Butch Patrick was there, too.”
(later)
“I didn’t get much sleep over the weekend.”
“Whose fault is that?”
“Mine, but I met Eddie Munster.”
The last time I was at the all-night flea market all shopping was done by flashlight, and it was before I could get any LED flashlights, much less the one with 27 LEDs that I got at Harbor Freight for $3.49. It would be more fun these days, but my daughter neglected to tell me it was this past weekend until it was over.
