Darren, loved your account, up to your high standards. The bike rider with his canine buddy was priceless. The only thing better would have been the pooch pedaling and the guy standing on his back. Might happen, California, you know.
I wonder if it is only a matter of time before those dealers, who use wives or girlfriends as an enticement to visit their booths, go all in and have pole dancers performing on-site. I can envisage a scenario whereby the girls finish their shift and are looking for a gratuity. They are not looking for dirty Washingtons or abused Lincolns they want your high grade cards. Pity poor Fred, who came to the show with the intent of having his super nice '57 Brooks Robby graded, a Xmas present from his wife and now somewhat aroused, slipping his prized card into the generous cleavage about 2" from his nose. I can image the discussion when he got home:
Ethel - " Well, I hope you dropped off Brooksie for grading."
Fred, - "Yes, my little sugar plum at PSA". "Should be ready in about a month."
Ethel - " That's good". "I'm worried about that little nick in the upper left corner." "You know, I wiped out about all my savings to get you that card and i sure hope it gets a high grade.
Fred - Arghhhh (quietly)
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07-26-2024, 02:23 PM
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