I don’t think that is a poverty reaction. It is the heart of a treasure hunter. Rich people might not do it, but their lives are less rich without it.

Fear of bed bugs keeps me clear of just about anything I see on the street.

My first thoughts are always about the logistics, “Could that fit in my car? How could I move that thing?” It’s not til afterwards that I actually think “Do I even need that? Is it even in good condition?”

I shall never stop scouting out awesome secondhand things.

What’s wrong with sidewalk furniture?! A little sand a little paint, good as new!