Then I told my mom and, at a dinner, Russell's aunt. Both told me I was absolutely nuts to have passed it up; Russell's aunt insisted I buy it and even gave me the money for it. (It was $18, for the record.) I said I would go look, but doubted it was still there.
It was. It works! The bowl, however, was worn down and wouldn't lock in place, making it a spinning death trap rather than handy kitchen gadget. Today, I won a metal bowl for it in an auction, and thus should have a fully working mixer in a week or two! Woo hoo!
Isn't it lovely? I also got a great heart-shaped bundt pan at the same time!