Hey you made red
Hey you made red
Went to an estate sale up in the higher end part of the western St. Louis County burbs yesterday. Saw the listing, had some decent looking stuff in the ad pics and we were going up that way anyway, so sure. Noticed a few homemade signs as we got close to the neighborhood rather than the company furnished ones we usually see, but didn't think anything about it. Parked and went in, but Mrs. Duck stayed in the car.
It was weird right off the bat. Big house (4,000 SQ ft) with a bunch of stuff in it, but the upstairs was off limits and parts of most rooms were cordoned off with NFS stuff behind them. And each room had a person in it who admonished you if you picked something up to look at it. Very weird. I'd been there maybe 10 minutes when I entered a new room to look at some glassware. Picked up brandy snifter to look at the bottom, got the "be careful" message from that room's handler, set it down, turned my head to the right, and there it was: a silver menorah. I turned to look at the handler, noted a huge beak, glanced back at the menorah, glanced back at schlomo, laughed, muttered "That explains it", and got the fuck out of there.
Basically they were too cheap to hire an estate sale firm, and were attempting to have an indoor garage sale while they were still living in the home. Upon leaving I mentioned that they'd probably make more money if they hired a real liquidator. I felt dirty somehow after leaving the house. Ick.
Mrs. Duck noted I didn't stay long. I told her the deal, and that they were jews. She gets irritated with me occasionally for mentioning jew crap, but kind of chuckled when I finished my tale. Seems she's noticing more and more of late too.
Went to an estate sale up in the higher end part of the western St. Louis County burbs yesterday. Saw the listing, had some decent looking stuff in the ad pics and we were going up that way anyway, so sure. Noticed a few homemade signs as we got close to the neighborhood rather than the company furnished ones we usually see, but didn't think anything about it. Parked and went in, but Mrs. Duck stayed in the car.
It was weird right off the bat. Big house (4,000 SQ ft) with a bunch of stuff in it, but the upstairs was off limits and parts of most rooms were cordoned off with NFS stuff behind them. And each room had a person in it who admonished you if you picked something up to look at it. Very weird. I'd been there maybe 10 minutes when I entered a new room to look at some glassware. Picked up brandy snifter to look at the bottom, got the "be careful" message from that room's handler, set it down, turned my head to the right, and there it was: a silver menorah. I turned to look at the handler, noted a huge beak, glanced back at the menorah, glanced back at schlomo, laughed, muttered "That explains it", and got the fuck out of there.
Basically they were too cheap to hire an estate sale firm, and were attempting to have an indoor garage sale while they were still living in the home. Upon leaving I mentioned that they'd probably make more money if they hired a real liquidator. I felt dirty somehow after leaving the house. Ick.
Mrs. Duck noted I didn't stay long. I told her the deal, and that they were jews. She gets irritated with me occasionally for mentioning jew crap, but kind of chuckled when I finished my tale. Seems she's noticing more and more of late too.
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