Monday, June 18, 2012

This May Be a Metaphor For Something...

...but I'm not sure what, exactly.

Every year I make my way Downtown to the Big Main Library for the Huge Book Sale. (Yes, the capitals are necessary, even if it makes this post look A. A. Milne-ish) Most years Philip and I go together. We generally avoid taking children, if we can find a willing sitter.

No sitter this year. In face, we were the sitters (for Fen & His Sister). I hated to miss Bag Day (the day you buy bags for $10 each and fill them with as many books & other items as you possibly can. After so many years experience, I don't think anyone is better than I at filling those bags!) so my husband (and this is one reason why I call him "Prince Charming") suggested I go without him and take Polly with me.

This meant that I would have to drive Downtown and get a parking space and wait in line and fill my bags and get those bags back to the car and drive back home. But for him it meant staying home with 5 (count 'em!) children age 7 and under.

Probably needless to say, I took him up on his offer.

The trip was mostly uneventful, although I do have a story about what happened while we were waiting for the library doors to open. (The sale is popular so a line forms outside long before the library opens.) Perhaps I'll share that story another time. (And if I don't, someone remind me, because it's a good story.)

Anyhoodle, Polly and I conquered the Bag Day Sale like the book loving people we are. But there's another aspect of the Library Sale: they also sell massive amounts of DVDs, CDs, records, audio books, etc. The tables with the CDs are the most popular. (Well, the DVD tables might be the most popular but I don't fight my way to them. There are very few movies I'm interested in owning.)

The CDs are not sorted, they are simply piled in huge cardboard boxes. Some are stacked on tables. Any semblance of order quickly breaks down as people rush to grab a good spot around these tables. (Polly and I appreciated our relative thinness at this point.)

So, anyway, you basically just pick up big stacks of CDs, scan the titles and put what interests you in your bag. There's not a lot of time to think (thoughts like, "Do we already have this at home?) or to check if the cases actually hold the CD they're supposed to be holding.

All that to say, we didn't really evaluate our new to us CDs until Polly and I were back home. Philip and I sorted through the stacks (I didn't count but I'd say we brought home 50-75 CDs).

One CD I had eagerly grabbed was this one:

So imagine how bereft I felt when I opened the case to find...nothing.  (OK, bereft is not the word I originally used. I believe I shouted something along the lines of "Cheated!")

That was the CD I was most looking forward to adding to our collection. (And I am not exaggerating. I was very excited when I found it in one of the cardboard boxes at The Sale.)

It turned out that was the only case missing its disc.

We were checking all the cases at this point. The very next case I opened (and, alas, I do not remember what CD it was) contained the CD it was supposed to hold (I think it might have been a classical music CD) and this:

(Not the case, just the disc, you understand).

At first I was a little annoyed. This would be a cooler story if that case had contained the desired Emma soundtrack as a bonus. And it wasn't like it was an artist I adore like Nat King Cole or Frank Sinatra or even Harry Connick, Jr. But still...a bonus disc is a bonus disc.

So that's my Maybe a Metaphor:
Sometimes, you get an empty case.
And sometimes, when you least expect it, you get a Bonus Michael Bublé.

5 comments:

Amy said...

I'd really really like to make this a meaningful metaphor and open a Bonus Michael Buble soon. Today is an empty case kind of day. Is that taking a good story too seriously?

Karen@Candid Diversions said...

Nope. Praying you open your Michael Buble ASAP!

Elisabeth said...

I wish we had the Huge Sale somewhere around here. I don't even know if there is a library that big in this state. I still remember going to that library when we were little.

April said...

Love book sales like that. And love your metaphor, it made me smile.

Gram said...

Send the Buble up the hill. Mine is missing!

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