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Today at the garage…
Here’s a question for you…
At what point does collecting become an obsession…and at what point does that obsession become….a disease?
Last night at WalMart I spotted this Dinty Moore Econoline Van.
“Oh look” I snorted...”Yet another example of M2 re-releasing the same dozen models over and over, just with different decals on them to try and dupe gullible collectors out of their hard earned wages and stuff. Hrumph!”
But before I knew it, the box was in my hands, and I was giving it a visual check….it just looked so perfect.
Then, and even though I have a damned drawer full of M2 Econolines, into the basket it went, and I was ten bucks out of pocket. Ten bucks that I could have spent on much more useful stuff like beer or beef stew.
Not to in any way make fun of anyone out there who has, or is, suffering from a real addiction, or has gone through any type of addiction counselling but…..
I’m wondering if there is a nearby diecast collectors anonymous. “Hello, my name is Mr. Quog, and I have a problem.”
Unfortunately, the cure isn’t more cowbell…
Here’s a question for you…
At what point does collecting become an obsession…and at what point does that obsession become….a disease?
Last night at WalMart I spotted this Dinty Moore Econoline Van.
“Oh look” I snorted...”Yet another example of M2 re-releasing the same dozen models over and over, just with different decals on them to try and dupe gullible collectors out of their hard earned wages and stuff. Hrumph!”
But before I knew it, the box was in my hands, and I was giving it a visual check….it just looked so perfect.
Then, and even though I have a damned drawer full of M2 Econolines, into the basket it went, and I was ten bucks out of pocket. Ten bucks that I could have spent on much more useful stuff like beer or beef stew.
Not to in any way make fun of anyone out there who has, or is, suffering from a real addiction, or has gone through any type of addiction counselling but…..
I’m wondering if there is a nearby diecast collectors anonymous. “Hello, my name is Mr. Quog, and I have a problem.”
Unfortunately, the cure isn’t more cowbell…
Pretty sure we have all been there - said we won't buy a certain model or two and then when we see it in person it ends up coming home with us. At least this one could sort of pass off as a delivery truck for the canned stew. Now let's see, counseling for those "addicted to little cars." Yes, I think I could offer that - payment in little cars, of course. 
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