A coin bank from yesteryear . . . do kids even save coins these days? Or do they all have debit cards, gift cards, and folding money?
Yes, these are some more (but not many) thrift store photos.
Bear with me . . .
. . . as I share these guys. Not sure what the thinking is with these figurines. I presume they are from England, as one of them shows a mileage marker to London.
First up, two guys a couple of sheets to the wind.
. . . or, at least one guy past his limit and one guy looking on. I know how the other guy feels. Many a time I’ve been places where friends went past their limit.
This guy needs a toe truck . . . (old “Naked Gun” joke). He’s the guy 72 miles from London.
. . . instead, he decides to soak his feet.
Once again I wonder if I am missing some cultural puzzle piece that would give me an insight into these figure. Who bought them, and why give them away? I imagine the person who originally bought these has passed away and the person who inherited these figurines decided to sell rather than keep them as mementos.
This figurine probably has less of an imaginary history . . .
. . . and I think I know what he’s looking at.
I’m not sure what the thinking is here . . . I can see the metaphor of a scantily-clad female holding a male on strings. Not so much with the dog. I can’t imagine a dog would care much one way or another about human garb. Either way, what would any of it has to do with wine?
BUT . . . pausing and stepping back, who the heck would produce these bottles and have them on display. And who would buy them?
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