Waiting For Godot at the 4H Fairground...

I love it when my small town life takes a turn for the absurdist. This morning was the annual sale of merchandise from a local jewelry store/engraver. They sell off mis-engraved items for a dollar each. 

I got a silver(like) jewelry box that says "Birmingham Dance Theatre 2006" and a plastic ice bucket named Clark. My sister found a jewelry box with her actual initials, four napkin holders with matching monograms and a wooden platter with The Sobers burned into it.

Best. Sale. Ever.