So there's this pretty awesome junk shop in Worcester called Happy Birthday Mike Leslie (HBML). The proprietor of said shop started the place because he always wanted something like it and decided to just go for it. He imagined it would be open for three months and then close, but it's been over a year now. It has ended up being a place to go check out local art and other people's junk that he gets from all over. Now, normally i would just donate stuff, but i figured that trying to sneak something into a junk store is just absurd enough to have to be done.

Meet the Wee Knight. He is like, a foot tall, decked out for some formal party or something, but has just been sitting around disappointed for years. Well, no more! Last time i went to the shop, i took him along with me. I wore a long trenchcoat, the type you'd probably wear if you were shoplifting or planning to shoot other people in public.  I tucked him underneath my elbow and tried to walk in casually, not stiffly, which ended up being a bit of a difficulty.  After talking to the owner of the place, i managed to get some other people into our conversation.  Having him firmly distracted with these others now, i left the conversation, moved to the back, and waited for my moment. This place is really small, so with a number of other people there i had to wait until the time was just right.

Finally, when they were all not looking i pulled him out and set him up on the shelf. I got excited just seeing him up there because i imagined someone wanting him, and Jacob (the owner) having never seen him before and not knowing where he came from. The unfortunate reality is that he may have so much junk that he might not notice something sneaking in. Either way, he sort of makes up the prices for things, so it is definitely