While touring around south Buffalo we ended up at a junk shop. It was probably the junkiest junk shop I have ever seen and I'm pretty sure it was also located in a defunct funeral home. The products were like the outcasts from amvets. It made me actually think maybe the people on horders had a point when the try to save every last little piece of junk because it might have a value.
For real, there is a pack of
50/46 plastic cups. For the price I can't believe someone counted them.
I don't think the English really have much to lay claim to... except stolen wealth, spices, culture, and large scale community damage to India and other euphemistically called "common-wealth" regions.
"English" peas. My foot. Those are Indian.