crowns
I saw these crowns on sale. They were in a big cardboard bin, that really thick corrugated cardboard. Not the kind you can just bend easily in your hands. Maybe the crowns came in that box. They came from far away; had a perilous journey to get here to our town so they can sit in a box for me to pick one out. They might have been put in a different box, though. It could have been for furniture or something, like maybe it was a refrigerator box cut in half. It was pretty big, and there were a lot of crowns. Just tossed in there like potatoes or something. You could tell they used to be shiny, and now all covered with fingerprints and tarnish. But they are good quality crowns, not made in sweatshops, made by artisans. And made out of real gold, too, not those foil covered cardboard things. Thinner cardboard than the box, of course. Not corrugated either. Your thin back-of-a cheap-notebook cardboard. Not that I'm a snob. That's the only kind of notebooks I buy, cheap ones. Now, these crowns aren't cheap. They are a reasonable fair price for a quality item. I can leave this crown in my will and it will be a family heirloom for generations and eventually be an archaeological artifact sitting on display in a museum thousands of miles away, in a country where crowns are unknown and even the concept not understood. But I understand the concepts of my culture as regards to crowns, and I revel in it. I could roll in those concepts, naked on the bed, rolling around like the woman in _McTeague_ who rolls in her money. Well, thinking further, no, really I wouldn't roll in these concepts. But this crown now. I really like it. It fits perfectly, has a nice weight, all of that. So I'm glad I found this store and this bin on this day. It's not every day you can just go out and find a good crown.