Saturday. Do something different.
Yesterday, whilst running our errands, we saw a sign for an estate sale (like an actual estate sale, not someone running a yard sale & calling it an 'estate sale'). So we thought it might be fun to check it out. (loads of other people thought so too). We thought we might avoid the crowds if we went in the afternoon (silly us).
When we got there, people were trying to outbid each other for a patio set on display in the driveway (very exciting to watch - almost like performance art). We made our way inside, where people were acting like line backers, blocking you in case you found the good stuff first. One woman, kept side stepping to keep me from looking at the cookbooks along an entire wall in front of her (she used the same moves on Tracy, when Tracy was looking at stuff on a table).
Another (babushka type) woman, with her three young children used the, "I'm not budging, and there's no room to get around me, so you'll just have to wait until I decide to move" tactic. I ran into her in the hallway, and again in several bedroom doorways, where she just decided to keep sentry until her husband showed up.
We didn't see babushka leave with anything, but side stepper left with a stack of cookbooks, a decorative sheaf of wheat, and a brownie camera (still in the box). So kids, the next time you're at an estate sale, it appears the side stepping move reaps rewards. (Just in case you needed a strategy).
Now, you have to understand that this kind of human behavior is extremely entertaining to us. Rather than be annoyed, we just watched things unfold - again, it's like performance art (and so much more fun than getting your ire up).
Oh, and we bought something! a box full of "vintage" bobbins and quills. Not that we do any weaving or spinning - they just looked so freakin' cool:
Oh, right, and as we were leaving, I was trying to take a picture of Tracy on my iPhone - which, for anyone with a camera phone (which, just might be everyone), you'll know that it's a wide angle lens - in order to get a good close up, you need to be, well, close up. So I'm standing maybe 2 feet from Tracy, holding up my phone in the universal "I'm taking a picture" pose - when some guy from the sale walks right between us.... TWICE! He got ten feet beyond us, turned back around, and followed the same path back. Now, this wouldn't be unusual, but we were not the path of least resistance. We were tucked out of the way, so he would have had to've made an effort to loop toward us, then back out to his destination. I watched him cross our path both times, and he had NO IDEA! Talk about the Theater of the Real! It was AWESOME.
Yesterday, whilst running our errands, we saw a sign for an estate sale (like an actual estate sale, not someone running a yard sale & calling it an 'estate sale'). So we thought it might be fun to check it out. (loads of other people thought so too). We thought we might avoid the crowds if we went in the afternoon (silly us).
When we got there, people were trying to outbid each other for a patio set on display in the driveway (very exciting to watch - almost like performance art). We made our way inside, where people were acting like line backers, blocking you in case you found the good stuff first. One woman, kept side stepping to keep me from looking at the cookbooks along an entire wall in front of her (she used the same moves on Tracy, when Tracy was looking at stuff on a table).
Another (babushka type) woman, with her three young children used the, "I'm not budging, and there's no room to get around me, so you'll just have to wait until I decide to move" tactic. I ran into her in the hallway, and again in several bedroom doorways, where she just decided to keep sentry until her husband showed up.
We didn't see babushka leave with anything, but side stepper left with a stack of cookbooks, a decorative sheaf of wheat, and a brownie camera (still in the box). So kids, the next time you're at an estate sale, it appears the side stepping move reaps rewards. (Just in case you needed a strategy).
Now, you have to understand that this kind of human behavior is extremely entertaining to us. Rather than be annoyed, we just watched things unfold - again, it's like performance art (and so much more fun than getting your ire up).
Oh, and we bought something! a box full of "vintage" bobbins and quills. Not that we do any weaving or spinning - they just looked so freakin' cool:
Oh, right, and as we were leaving, I was trying to take a picture of Tracy on my iPhone - which, for anyone with a camera phone (which, just might be everyone), you'll know that it's a wide angle lens - in order to get a good close up, you need to be, well, close up. So I'm standing maybe 2 feet from Tracy, holding up my phone in the universal "I'm taking a picture" pose - when some guy from the sale walks right between us.... TWICE! He got ten feet beyond us, turned back around, and followed the same path back. Now, this wouldn't be unusual, but we were not the path of least resistance. We were tucked out of the way, so he would have had to've made an effort to loop toward us, then back out to his destination. I watched him cross our path both times, and he had NO IDEA! Talk about the Theater of the Real! It was AWESOME.
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