My friend P and I decided to use our lunch break in the pursuit of enriching, mind-expanding activities, instead of the more typical hour spent searching through photos on icanhascheezburger. We went to the small library branch near our office. Just outside the main entrance, there is a crate for book exchanges. In the spirit of the leave-a-penny-take-a-penny cup at the Seven-Eleven, you can leave a book or take a book without having to borrow it from the library. Usually the crate is filled with dusty, moldy copies of Dante’s Inferno or War and Peace dredged up from someone’s basement, but every now and then there is a gem.
P found the CD soundtrack of the feel-good (I use the term loosely) 1984 classic (again, loosely) movie Rhinestone. I bet you have this flick in your Netflix queue right now, but in case you don’t, you’ll want to add it immediately when you read the summary: A country music star (Dolly Parton) must turn an obnoxious New York cabbie (Sylvester Stallone) into a singer in order to win a bet. Right?!?
Dolly Parton! Sylvester Stallone! Singing! Together!
We are big fans of Dolly so P decided this was coming back to the office with us.
He tacked the CD package in a place of honor on L’s cubicle wall, right next to the Mr. T Talking Key Chain (I pity the fool…who loses their keys). We all got a good laugh — and promptly forgot about it.
For years, Dolly and Sly kept L company until one day she’d decided to do a bit of cleaning. She was about to toss the CD when S popped into her cube. S did a quick Google search and found this:
And then we felt like this:
The CD was still in the original packaging. Mint condition, as they say. Who knew that the Rhinestone CD was rarer than Sylvester Stallone being on pitch in the soundtrack? We spent that lunch hour in the enriching, mind-expanding activity of posting on eBay. It sold faster than you can say 9 to 5 for the bargain price of $152.00. A steal, if you ask me.
The four of us took our bulging pockets to the local watering hole where we contemplated more enriching, mind-expanding activities over prickly pear* margaritas…and wondered if that Mr. T keychain would fetch a good price.
*Melissa Crytzer Fry offers an amazing look at the work involved to extract the fruit from the cactus and remove these dastardly things called glochids. I’ll never drink prickly pear margaritas the same way again.
Have you ever discovered something you owned was much more valuable than you thought?
Have a great weekend, everyone!