The sign said, "If you are here for a raffle prize, please enter and find your items on the table. Ring the bell if you need assistance."
Uh-oh. The door to the hundred and fifty year old house stuck a bit, but then opened into a dim room. In the center sat long, plain wood table, with half a dozen or so items on it.
Long story short, my two pair of earrings somehow morphed into one pair and a gift basket of honey and maple syrup that I know for a fact I didn't bid on. But still - almost free loot.
|Chinese "coin" earrings|
|Surprise, surprise - maple syrup and honey|
I'm not much on honey, so most of it is going out to bless a couple of friends. Maple syrup, however, is the true nectar of the gods. At least half a dozen of my autumn specialties include it (and none of those specialties are pancakes or french toast).
Not bad for a few bucks in tickets.