Maybe Next Time...

So I was kicked back in my comfy chair last night watching "American Pickers" as I do every Monday night. Imagine my surprise when I see a very familiar downtown. My downtown. Again. How did I miss out, again? I mean, they drive a big white van with a big red logo on the side, right? I live in a small town, it looks like I would have heard about it already. Nope. Not until last night.

I mean, yeah. I knew they were "in the area." At least I knew their scouts were in the area a few months ago. My (ex) co-worker talked to one of the scouts at a bar and he gave her a business card that has sat in a glass on our desk for at least 8 months.

So, 2 times in 2 years. They were at Phil's house again. It didn't look like he was taking much crap from them either. He was sticking to his guns, good for him. I think they had way better access than I did but I must say, I think he was way sweeter to me when I went picking there....

Maybe I should entice them with a "Big A."
or a G, N, or R