Mom is back and here’s another story of hers. She cracks me up. Enjoy.
My husband, Lynn, decided to accompany me to Estate Sales about six months ago. We don’t have much buddy time so I agreed when he asked to go. But, before I agreed, I set the rules.
“Estate sales are on Thursday mornings. Wednesday’s newspaper will tell us who is having the sale, the address, and the time it starts. If the sale starts at 7:00AM, we have to be there at 6:30.”
He asked, “What do we do from 6:30 to 7:00?”
I said, “We wait in line… outside.”
He said, “If it clearly states that it doesn’t open until 7:00… why are we there at 6:30? I don’t get it”
“We are there to get first dibs on the stuff.” He gave me the… I don’t get it look … so I said, “If this is going to be a problem, you go golf.”
He quickly replied, “No, I want to go. Count me in.”
The night before, I used MapQuest to plot the few estate sales in the area. Written next to each ad is the path we will take. I couldn’t possibly make it any easier for him.
“What’s the number 1 mean next to the ad?”
I think to myself… This is going to be painful.What did I get myself into?
I said, “Number 1 means we are going there first. Number 2 means we are going there AFTER we have been to number 1. If there is a number 3…”
“I get it,” he said.
And, he did get it. Estate sales are actually more fun with him. In fact, people are starting to recognize us. We all greet each other, chatting away with coffee in hand. He and I are a little like George Burns and Gracie Allen. People laugh. It’s a good time. It’s a routine now.
Our Estate Sale Protocol: We walk in, he heads for the garage stuff and I head for the kitchen. We are in and out quickly. Not all sales are good, but the few that are bring us back each week. We’ve found copper items, wooden items, cast iron little pots, and jars. All for a few dollars. And there are days we come home empty but still have fun.
This morning I handed him the numbered ads. We were on our way. I was driving and he was reading ad number 1. Now, I don’t make this stuff up. I looked over at him, and he was scratching his balls.
So, I asked him, “Are you bored?”
“You’re scratching your balls.”
“They itch, and they itch because I think we are going to find some good stuff.”‘
I remember someone telling me if your palm itches… you will come into money. So, he could be right.
I parked in front of number 1 and the line was already about 20 people long. We stood there for 30 minutes and we were in. I headed for the kitchen and he headed for the garage. In the kitchen was a table with plates and bowls. I couldn’t believe what I saw. I picked up 4 gorgeous little MacKenzie-Childs sauce bowls. $1.50 each! They are probably worth $40.00 each. I was speechless. I love this stuff. It is my favorite.
We bought two bags of stuff and started walking to the car.
“I looked at him and said, “The next time your balls itch… I’ll scratch them for you.”