Thursday, May 16, 2013

My Own Storage Wars! (continued)

To have what we want is riches,
but to be able to do without is power.
                George McDonald
   
       
You may want to read part 1 here first.

The door inches up as my heart starts beating faster, all I could see was that cut lock lying on the cement floor, as I bounced my head back and forth to try and see through all the pairs of legs with boot and shoe covered feet before me blocking my view. With every inch the metal door heightened so did my imagination. What kind of treasures could possibly be hidden in this very first locker? I wanted to push through the crowd and be the first one to see but I was standing beside Honest Bob and thought that I should remain where I was, I knew that everyone would get their chance to walk past the door and get a good look, I realized I was not the only one here and I honestly did not want to get any of “The Regulars” upset with me.

 Finding yourself lost? here is the first part you missed

The door was now completely open, my being (let us say) vertically challenged I could not see a thing, darn it. I crept closer making my way through the crowd and joined a line of people trying to get their chance to look. I finally made it to the opening and my imagination took a punch, I have to say I had built up such a great treasure chest in my imagination I was extremely disappointed to see an orange electric sander, a couple of tires with rims off something of which I had never seen and an old air conditioner.  I moved from the opening quickly letting others have their chance to look. I am sure you know I was not smiling; disappointment does that, and seeing nothing that would make me raise my hand. The bidding started. Well it appears it was worth about $40 to someone I have no idea why.

Thinking back I knew My Hero would have been able to build a cart for the farm out of those tires and rims, oh well. I was anxious to move on to the next locker we followed Mr. I did not catch your name down the long line of closed doors to # something or other, I was not really paying attention, just following the crowd like a herd of cattle, hoping surely this was going to be the one full of those treasures I had come to see.

I found myself at the front of the crowd losing Honest Bob for no other reason than that he was tall I was not and I needed to see the door open. I tried to hold my vivid imagination in check this time but I could feel it bubbling to the surface. I closed my eyes for some unknown reason and once I heard the metal door hit the roof I opened them. Now this was more like it boxes and lots of blue plastic totes, anyone who has ever watched Storage Wars knows that those are the lockers where the treasures are surely buried. Unfortunately for me this was one huge locker and I would need a couple of trucks or possibly a hay wagon.

 I listened as the auctioneer started the bidding. The bid crept higher and higher, I turned to look behind me to see who was bidding, secretly wishing it was me. I turned to see a lovely woman with beautiful blonde hair bidding, she was surrounded by I am assuming her family who were edging her on to keep bidding. I found myself thinking of my girls and the time Kat and I went to an auction and talked the auctioneer into paying us to clean up the books, (we love books) that had not been sold and our ending up with much more than we had bargained for. That had to be one of the most exciting and gut wrenching laughter memories that will never be forgotten at a time when we really needed that laughter. Remind me to tell you about that sometime soon.

Back to that beautiful blonde woman behind me bidding I shall call her Treasure Mom well she had the winning bid. I voiced my congratulations and said I hope you find some treasure, she smiled and replied “Me too.” I walked over to the next locker joining the woman and her family, we started chatting and I learned a little more about her and her family. I was hoping to find out what she was going to do with all those mystery treasure filled lockers. I was very curious and I must admit a tiny bit jealous thinking of what a great family thing to do. She called her son “The Muscle” when I pointed out there was lots of heavy lifting to do. I found out a little more about where they were from and learned that it was her cousins that were helping. Country folk I just knew it, friendly and kind to this strange woman with sunglasses, a paper and pen, and too many questions. She was so kind, I enjoyed our little chat.

She explained to me how she comes to these things all the time and loads, sorts and sells and so far has done pretty well. This sounded wonderful to me but I have to remember I have no “The Muscle” with me and My Hero would probably be too busy to want to help me with this. Haying time will be approaching soon and it is going to be crazy enough around here without treasure hunting. I loved the energy of this family and decided Honest Bob was not where I would be standing for the other lockers that were left.

Ok I know you are dying to know, did I buy a locker. I will tell you I lifted my # card up once with a bid of $40 and was very excited at the time. It was for a locker that had a mint green couch and chair and some nice wooden furniture. The bad thing was I could only see the back of the chair and the couch but had no way of knowing if there were pillows or if they were completely ruined.  I knew I would really enjoy that set in my living room after all I have  1970’s couch and chair that I love but I may be in the mood for a change if only by moving up a couple of decades. The furniture was newer dark wood and nice but yet again all I could see were the legs and the bottom of those tables. The bid held and I was happy yet a little nervous about him saying sold. The questions started growing in my mind; how was I going to load it? Would it fit in the Jeep? Did I really need it? As I was thinking about how I could maybe strap the couch to the roof of the Jeep with the help of possibly Honest Bob, the bid went to $50. I did not lift my #card again. That was the sign I needed. I watched as the Brandy and Jerrod couple bought it. I was relieved I guess. I was starting to get bored and hoped I could look in those lockers knowing I would not be able to. I asked if Treasure Mom would mind if I came back after the sale and see into one of her lockers but she was hesitating. I understood this as I was a stranger and I would probably not like that either, I decided not to pursue this. We moved on to the next locker and there was laughing and joking about what it may be by Treasure Mom, her family and I.

I asked Mr. I did not catch your name if I could take a photo of just the lock and he agreed after a little hesitation so I knew I was not going to be taking any photos today. The last two lockers had reserves on them starting at $1000 I knew I would not be in the running. If I was carrying that much money in cash I could certainly find a better way to spend it. I watched as they were sold and everyone went to pay for their lockers full of treasures.

I did not get a locker and I think one locker made me look at this game a different way. This particular locker I have to tell you made me very sad it was full of children’s outdoor toys like wagons, play houses and tricycles I am pretty sure you can understand my feelings of profound sadness at the reason this locker was full of one obviously happy at one time family's life and my thinking about the circumstances that had their lives become an abandoned locker full to be sold to the highest bidder.

All in all it was fun to go to watch and I truly wished I had of had my own “The Muscle” there to help me at the very least I would know I would be able to move things,  making it an easier decision to buy but I am glad I held onto my hard earned money. I think if My Hero and I continue our usual attending regular auctions on the weekends together, and then I start branching off on my own bringing things home from storage auctions we will eventually need to rent some storage lockers ourselves. Now that I think of it My Hero probably suggested this sale for me to go hoping I would find another ladder.


 I came to the conclusion that it may be better to stay away and not to be tempted and continue to watch Storage Wars on TV while My Hero and my Mom shout out that familiar “Yup” making us laugh; yes that is the best way. I do hope Treasure Mom and The Muscle found the treasure they were searching for. It was very nice to meet you and I do think you have a great treasure already in your wonderful family.

Later.

29 comments:

  1. I'm so glad you got to talk with the lady who won the locker. I am like that and always wanting to know more about people and to be friendly, so I would have been talking with her, too.

    What a fun day- now you make me want to go out and bid on some lockers!

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  2. What a fun day, but like you I would have been wondering about the circumstances...

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  3. What a neat thing to do, just once!

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  4. Sounds like you had a lovely day, learned lots, met some nice folks...maybe THAT was the real treasure.

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  5. I think it would have been fun to be there...to see what was inside as they rolled open the doors. That would have been great, had you found one with a ladder! :)

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  6. I've never heard of "Storage Wars." maybe i should look in to that.

    I guess, somehow I did realize there were auctions for abandoned storage . .

    I enjoyed your story. I liked the feeling of discovered treasure. I especially liked being reminded of the ladder collection . .

    <ore than anything - i enjoy visiting your blog . . YOU are one of the Treasures in my world.

    love & love,
    -g-

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  7. I still think it was a fantastic way to spend a day. It definitely made for a great entry!

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  8. Cool story Buttons! Too bad you did not get the couch locker though...

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  9. B,

    I've watched this program once or twice. It's great you had an opportunity to join in with the bidding. You just never know what you'll find in these auctions. It could be treasures or trash but one will never know until you win a bid.

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  10. It is kind of a sad thing. Those lockers are someones life that for some reason or another, they couldn't afford to keep.
    I would love to do something like that... once or twice.

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  11. i would not like hunting thru other's junk. i can hardly stand a garage sale. :)

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  12. Nothing like the anticipation of finding treasure! Sorry you didn't B, but it sounds like you had fun anyway!

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  13. Sounds like a great day, love storage wars.

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  14. It certainly sounds like a cool experience even if you didn't win the bid. I watch so much Hoarders on tv that I'd be afraid of ending up like that.

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  15. I would have liked to look through the boxes just to see what was there. :-) I would wonder about the people behind the storage lockers, too. I used a storage locker long ago when I was renting a little house. I wonder if I had not paid for it, what people would have thought of my "treasures."

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  16. Too bad you didn't have any "muscles" with you to help with the bigger items! But it sounds like it was still a neat experience :)

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  17. i'm sorry you went home empty handed. auctions are so addicting, but i have found that over the last ten years or so there have been less and less bargains. too many people are there for the sole purpose of reselling it online for a profit instead of wanting something for themselves. but there's always the photo ops, right? ;)

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  18. YUP!!! but i do LOVE that show!!

    your hands may have been empty b but your heart is full with the memories....and what a great story for us!!

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  19. I love thrift stores and garage sales but auctions, not so much...
    I have only been to a couple.

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  20. It sounds like you had some fun visiting even if you didn't buy a locker. I wouldn't even know where to begin sorting through someone else's stuff, I can't even keep up with my own! LOL!!

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  21. I just knew you were going to tell about winning a locker full of really cool junk! I've watched the show a few times and I think I would be terrible at the bidding part. I have no sense of what something is worth, dollar wise.

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  22. I think this is the sort of thing I'd prefer to watch rather than actually participate in. (I've never seen the TV show, though.) I'm not a gambler and, to me, it seems like you could end up with a lot of junk. But that's just me, I know, and I can be super conservative about spending money. LOL

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  23. I'd like to go to an auction like this just once too! Thanks for taking all of us along with you, B! I think all in all, it sounds like the perfect day:) (I do wonder what the other side of that furniture looked like though...) Hugs! :)

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  24. Mmmmm. We went to an auction once and my spouse raised her own bid. Seriously. :)

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  25. That's pretty cool! I haven't been to this type of auction, but it does interest me!

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  26. i think the fact that you didnt bid against yourself was the highlight of the day... youre hired to do my bidding anytime ;)

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  27. I like a good mystery, but not sure I would want to bid on one! Good for you for holding on to your money and also for having a very good experience regardless. We meet wonderful people in the strangest places. I love your last thoughts and photo! Hugs xoxo

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  28. Lovely story my friend. Hugs M xox

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  29. I too love the excitement of Auctions. So much of what we own came from auctions years ago. But finally the house was filled and it was time to quit going because if something new came into the house something old had to go out. Can't seem to depart with the old so quit going to auctions and garage sales. Loved your story and thanks for sharing.

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