I won a second hand thrift/antique store called "Such a Deal" about 35 years ago. I put up $1,000, a lot of money at the time. The guy who owned it was a big talker and did not even know I played pool. I hated the way he treated his Japanese girl friend, like a slave, and I really wanted to beat him. We played a Race to Five, Eight Ball on a junky bar table in a joint he hung out in. The table gave him a small edge, but when I saw his stroke I knew I could beat him. He could make the shots but couldn't move the big cue ball that good, depending more on luck than skill. I won 5-2 and his girl friend left with me, never to return to him.
I rented a double garage and moved all the stuff in there. She and I ran a series of garage sales for the next couple of months on the weekends and sold almost everything. I still have one very old trunk in my bedroom all these years later. She wanted to move in with me and get married but I was coming off a divorce with two kids and just wasn't ready. Eventually she found a new guy and I lost her. Probably the best gal I ever had until I met my present wife.