Well, almost.
It’s more of a not-so-secret warehouse with a ginormous sign. MR. USED
I’m pretty sure the guy who owns it just makes up prices in his head depending on what he feels like that day.
But, in the end, it is a magical place of wonder and discovery and sometimes fear….
*Disclaimer | If piles of junk, cluttered hallways and dirty used furniture gives you the creeps (Dar & Amy), I will forgive you for not looking at the pictures in this post.
There were a couple chairs….
Hmm… um…. no thanks
Love it. Want it. $125 – not bad at all.
The type of barstools I want for the outdoor bar.
Whoops.
A golden flying bicycle!! I want it. $140 – decent (if it works)
We made some friends….
Hubs! Too far.
Yeah, that’s right. That’s Julias Caesar. And a bear.
Wow.
