Long ago, like 25+ years, my wife asked me to take an afternoon off work and drive her down to Louisville, KY for a sewing machine show. She really doesn't ask for much, so I agreed. It turned out to be an embroidery machine show. I drove home, about $1500 poorer but she was happy. So time passed and she came home one day hedging around and finally she wanted me to pay for a new one. This one was $3500 but the generous salesperson tossed in a serger (I had no idea what that was). So again I paid up and all was well if impoverished. More time passed and she wanted me to go with her to a local sewing machine dealer. I kind of knew where it was going, but agreed. This cycle it was for a machine that could stand on its head and sing. Sort of. And that was $7500. Just for the machine. Well, it did include the software.
Then one day she showed me an ad in the local newspaper. It was an embroidery company going out of business. We'd gone to one earlier, but all we bought was some hats and shirts. I think those are still boxed up. Anyway, the new auction had all kinds of stuff. She'd just gotten a new VW Passat wagon. I drove from work and met her. Soon I was the proud owner of table #6 and all that was under it. She drove my jeep back to the hospital where she worked. I filled the wagon, top to bottom and even the front seat with thread. Consumer thread is in tiny rolls, this was commercial rolls. The same size outside but on small centers. Think 5K meters, and maybe a dozen of each color.
I did some quick calculations and figured out if I got started, I could tie the thread end to end and make it to Kali and about half way back. Anyway, when I got back to work, my boss pulled in after me. He knew where I was going and laughed. Then he looked at the back of the car and there was thread on the parking lot. Over to the drive, then out the drive. We walked out to the road, just to see. It went up the hill and we lost interest. When I told my wife, she was a little upset. She said she might need that thread. I think she was kidding.
Moral of the story, look to places going out of business for your supplies.
Unhappy ammo seeker