Hello, My Friends!~~
It's been a long while since I posted an estate sale story, but this one is, I think, is pretty interesting only because I got out alive.
This house was in a suburb of Washington DC, the former home of a brigadier general and his widow who passed away at the age of 101. They had no children. The house was full of great stuff, but I chose not to go there until the last day (Monday) as everything was half off and this company puts stupid high prices on their stuff. Of course most of the items weren't priced and that caused the lady running the sale to freak out. I didn't realize the powder keg I was about to ignite until it was time for me to check out.
I had amassed a large pile of vintage Christmas and other awesomeness, and the guy taking money graciously gave me a nice place to stash my haul until I paid for it. When it was my turn in line, he rang a bell for the lady in charge to appear and give me prices. I thought I was being helpful in showing her that I had made piles dividing the the boxes of lights and ornaments into separate piles. And a made a pile of empty boxes (I just wanted the boxes for future crafting projects). Without hesitation she jumped down my throat, telling me that she could read, and that I had better "shut up" so she could concentrate on giving me a good price because "if you keep talking it'll turn out bad for you." WTF??? I snapped my lips closed the minute she told me to shut up, but she wouldn't shut up. She kept harping on how "everyone" who shopped this sale was impatient, trying to rip her off, and rude (she could've easily been describing herself). But then in the same breath she told me I wasn't rude, but she was just tired. I was about to suggest she take a nap or find another line of work, but I really did want what I found and kept my mouth zipped tight. In the end she gave me a great price, but I wonder if it was worth putting up with her rudeness.
Here is what I found, and I'll let you be the judge if putting up with this woman's crap was worth it. Oh, and while I was digging in a low cabinet a man shopping in the same room bumped me so hard that I fell forward and smacked the top of my head on the cabinet. He was so upset but I wasn't bleeding so I told him that it was OK. I do have a small sore bump on my head but no biggie. I did find a cool biscuit tin in the cabinet, so I guess bodily harm was worth it. Again, take a look and tell me if you would put up with being yelled at and knocked into for these goodies.
I was surprised that so much good stuff was still left on the last day. The boxes of pink glass balls are 24 in each box. I got a lot of great stuff to craft with and that is worth it to me. I'm happy, bruised, but very happy!~~XXOO, Beth