...That's not for sale.
When we moved into town last year, the first place I hit up (while waiting for Dave to bring the next load of our stuff over) was the local thrift store. She's a beauty with AMAZING prices. It was closed when I drove up but upon seeing me peering into the windows -who doesn't do that when they find a cool new shop that's closeed?? - they kindly let me in! But after picking out a few things, they told me it was cash-only and I didn't have any on me so I couldn't shop. But while I was there, I fell in love. With a bench.
I saw this bench in May and probably think of it a few times a month. (Much more at first of course.) You see, the bench wasn't for sale & I couldn't have it. It reminds me a little of this one from Oly: