In my last post I mentioned the word "hellish" to describe the Estate Sale. Even though it was successful and accomplished our goal of getting rid of lots of stuff, I still think of the whole process as a hellish experience. I mean that in the big picture sense, as in human nature. Estate sales are ugly.
I was as emotionally detached as possible going into this thing and I had no regrets, but of course I still cared. I had a history with each item being sold, so I think it was impossible to be completely detached. The shoppers, on the other hand, have zero emotions about stuff until they buy it. They only care about what interests them and the deal they might get, everything else might as well be garbage and that's exactly how they treated things. It was a bit unsettling as a statement on human nature, or maybe just human nature at estate sales. I haven't quite figured it out yet, but I'm still shaking my head.
There were a few items in the garage that were tagged "NFS", as in Not For Sale. They got sold anyway along with a few shelves that were installed in the garage. I mean, the guy took a screwdriver and uninstalled fixtures! More head shaking.
You know that saying: one man's trash is another man's treasure? I think that cliché originated at an estate sale. I had an old - very old - suede jacket with fringe that was given to me by a child actor I went to high school with. Over the years, as it lost its importance in my life, it stayed packed away in the bottom of a closet. It was wrinkled and it didn't smell that great. I intended to throw it away, but the sale team thought someone might take it off my hands.
Early on the second day of the sale, as Steven and I were leaving the house, a woman hopped out of her car and hollered at us, "Are you the people who are selling? Tell me the story of that fringe jacket! I was the third person in yesterday and I bought it, what a treasure!"
I found out later that this lady frequents a lot of estate sales and the more I thought about her, the more I felt kind of sad. There were lots of folks just like her and I have no doubt some of them are known hoarders. I'm not saying the sale team has any responsibility to intervene, they don't, but it's still a sad thing to witness. I would have been happier if I had just thrown that jacket away.
Given that our goal was met and we were satisfied with the results, I am surprised that my feelings about the sale still linger. Those words - hellish, unsettling, ugly - are still with me. I'm sure they will pass, but I do know one thing - I hope I never again have to have an estate sale.