I saw an ad on Craigslist at 1/4 to 9 this morning saying that the warehouse sale was giving everything away again starting at 10 a.m. I thought I missed out on another sale this weekend because I didn’t see any signs or ads for it.

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?