The #4 was missing, but I just so happened to have a few extra balls, so I was able to scrounge up an extra #4 to round out the set.
But, The Queen noticed that the #4 I added was bigger than the others and I hadn't even noticed that when I put it in the box. But, it really didn't matter since I have no intentions of using them to play pool - I am going to dump them in an old wire basket and call it decor!
Today I found myself back at the very same thrift where I bought the balls last week. This is a huge store - it used to be a Furniture Store and it is packed with merchandise and packed with people. Today it was packed with kids and I found myself being all cranky old lady with my "What the hell are all these kids doing here in the middle of the week?" thoughts. I wanted to look in the toys and those KIDS were in my way!
Anyway, I walked down the aisle with outdoorsy stuff - sporting goods, lawn care, household care, etc. and there sitting in a plastic tub peeking out at me was BALL #4!
The replacement #4 really was bigger than the original #4.
When I checked out I told the lady that I has bought the rest of the set last week and even asked her if she had seen a #4 ball rolling around anywhere. She told me that the lady that runs the floor might have seen it, but she was gone for the day. When I relayed that story back to her she said, "Well, I believe you because that sounds like what I would have said!" and stuck the ball in my bag No Charge. Thanks lady!
I know it's silly. But, I'm sort of proud of myself for finding that one sad little ball in that big old thrift store. Old balls don't usually do that much for me.
BA DUM DUM!
(Sorry, couldn't resist a little bit of sauciness).