So, I hitched up the ol’ trailer and headed on down there. The last time I went, I was the only one there. This time, there were a dozen people going through boxes with little wagons already full. Where were they last time?

I parked my bike at the end of one of the rows and started looking around. It didn’t take long to realize that they hadn’t had a sale this weekend. This was just the detritus of last month’s sale. As picked through as it had been the last time I was there, it was 90% more picked over. Most of the boxes had broken dishes and glassware in them. There was trash all over the ground and hardly anything of value.

Are We Really Discriminating The Trash With An Eskimo’s Nuance For Snow?

Two women were digging through a large box on a pallet, about four feet tall – the kind Amazon fills with returned items. The top was filled with packing paper, but there were items in the bottom. I heard one of the women say to the other, “They don’t want us digging through this,” but I pulled an old curtain rod out of the box and started pushing the paper around anyway. On my third stroke, a woman came up to me from behind and said, “Excuse me, that’s trash.” “Oh, sorry,” I said, “Isn’t it all trash?” I stopped digging and returned to my bike.

Watch Your Shit At The Free-For-All

I didn’t want to leave my bike unattended around so many vultures. Some moron validated my concern when he started poking around in my trailer. He knocked two film reels onto the ground and sheepishly said, “Oh, is this yours?” You fucking know it is, dumbass.

One of the women who had been digging through the big box had a basket set aside with all of her treasures in it. It looked like a pile of blankets with some crockery and dishes stacked on top. A man took a step back and bumped into her basket, knocking all of the dishes onto the ground and shattering them. I’m not sure if you can get mad in that situation.

I found a few things, but nothing worth making a video about. Mostly, it was just garbage, but it was free garbage, so why not save it from the landfill… at least a while longer, anyway? I found a hippo made out of some sort of rubber. It’s all squished, but it feels too delicate to try to reshape. In the same box were a lion and a giraffe, but they were crushed into bits. Bonnie loves hippos, so I thought she might like it.

Had I known it was all just a bunch of shit and there was nothing new, I would have stayed home. Once I was there, though, with my bike and trailer, I felt like returning home empty-handed would be a waste, so I felt obligated to load my little trailer up. It’s a lame excuse, I know, and now I have even more shit to deal with. When will it end?

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After the morning’s business was settled, Bonnie and I went to an estate sale that I really wanted to go to yesterday, but didn’t because it rained all day. I’m so glad I didn’t try to go in the rain after I saw the prices they were asking today. They had a lot of cool shit. The guy whose estate was being sold was an editor for Fox and a photographer, I guess. He had lots of lighting equipment and some high-end stereo equipment, too, including a Technics, rack-mountable tape deck. They were asking $250 for the tape deck, which is probably what they could get for it on eBay, but no one in this broke-ass town is going to pay that, although it I did, briefly, consider it.

We checked out a few more sales, all were duds, and then we ended up at JoAnn Fabrics so Bonnie could check out the store closing deals. People were going nuts over the discounts, but the store had better deals with coupons before they were closing. I picked up a set of sketching pencils because I want to try my hand at drawing. I tried when I was a kid, but I sucked because I didn’t have the patience and perspective necessary to convert what I saw to an image on paper. I think I can do it now. We’ll see.

The day sort of got derailed when Bonnie was trying to put away some spices we got as a Christmas gift from my mom, and we ended up spending two hours cleaning out cabinets and rearranging them. That was a project that’s been on my list for a long, long time, so I’m glad we finally crossed it off.

I made sopes for dinner, and we sat out back and ate while the neighbor’s stupid fucking French Bulldog serenaded us the whole fucking time. Just as we finished eating, our stupid fucking neighbors brought their stupid fucking dog inside. Fuckers.

It was a beautiful day that faded into a beautiful evening, if not a little cold, so we sat out back and lit a fire in our firepit for the first time since I finished laying the stones around it. Sitting around a fire just isn’t the same when you’re sober. It’s kind of boring.

When the fire burnt down, and we started getting cold, we went inside and played a couple of games of 301 where I threw this unlikely cluster.

It was a good Saturday.

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The other reason I decided to check it out was because Friday sales are always the best. If you’ve got so much shit to sell that you don’t think one day will be enough time to sell it, and you choose a standard working day as one of your sale days, you’re probably going to make deals that benefit the buyer more than yourself.

So, I rode down there to see what it was about. All I took with me was a shopping bag because I wasn’t expecting to find anything of interest. When I saw the sale, I was certain I wouldn’t find anything if for no other reason than everything was in boxes and required a lot of digging. I hate that.

I’m not sure what their deal is, but everything they were selling looked like was estate sale leftovers. I suppose it could be storage auctions, too. The point is, the stuff wasn’t retail returns, it was old. The woman taking money said that tomorrow they would have new stuff, so I guess they have a continuous source of inventory.

When I arrived, there was an 18-wheeler attempting to back up to the loading dock, which was at an angle to the driveway. On any other day it might not have been any problem, but today the tables for the sale, and all of the customers were in the way. It took ages for him to back up. I heard a man say, “It’s time to go back to trucking school.” What a dick, I thought. Old men in this city are like that: Simultaneously, and equally ignorant and arrogant.

As I said before, I hate digging through boxes. If I see nothing but boxes at a garage sale, I won’t even stop. I did a lap through all of the aisles just to get a sense of the offerings, but nothing jumped out at me. Of course, my attention was split between the stuff in the boxes and the truck trying to squeeze by the tables with inches to spare. Once he finally made it to the loading dock, I was able to focus and that’s when I found some cassette tapes. I’ve been looking for some time, with no success, for jazz tapes. I didn’t find any today, but I did find some big band music, so I’m getting close.

Once I found those, I went back through to take a closer look through some of the boxes. I found some interesting things, but not interesting enough to buy. There were some old film slides, and 16mm film. There was also a box of porn on VHS. What I did find that was interesting enough to buy, though, was a 12′ stand for my green screen, and a VHS-C video camera that came in a nice bag and included an unopened VHS-C cassette tape and a used one. I hoped the used one might have home videos on it. It was a woman demonstrating a belly dance. The video camera doesn’t work, so that’s a bummer. Still, it was a good sale, and I might take Bonnie back tomorrow.

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