Slight panic set in when we drove up and a sign on the door read that they were closed for the morning, but the owners drove up moments later. Whew.
And the basket ball goal that still stands . . .
But the best part of Old School Flea were the rooms and rooms of junk. They seemed to go on forever.
I say the best part was the junk, but the owners, who have been there for 14 years, were great.
Being an avid thrift store shopper, I'm accustomed to surly staff who aren't the least bit happy to see you (Second Hand Thrift on Wornall and The Salvation Army store on Johnson Drive are the worst!), but that wasn't the case with the owners of the Old School Flea!