Our most recent unit, unit #54 if I am still counting correctly (and it's possible that I'm not, THAT's how insane it's been), we will call from now on 54 or the "Gold Dust unit" -- you'll find out why later. Brian and I have started nicknaming all of our units-- sometimes we just use a Saints player name (Unit #51 was "Jonathan Vilma" -- it's easy for us to remember that way), but there, to my knowledge, is no current Saint #54 (if there is he TOTALLY sucks for me not to even know about him, no offense), so for now we'll stick with the "Gold Dust" unit. More on that later.
The first thing that you should know about auctions last week is that neither of us have been feeling very well. Brian has a cracked rib (which I admit is actually a pretty serious injury, but I REFUSE to admit it out loud to him because he might start whining even more than he is now, which I'm pretty sure is impossible) -- and I had a piece of glass lodged in the ball of my foot for most of the week, and we both had some sort of bad allergies / cold thing. So we were feeling pretty lazy, but didn't want to just not buy anything-- because then the competition wins. We were there and we were active, but at the bare minimum.
The second thing that you should know, dear readers, is that thanks in part to you-- this blog has gotten so big that lots of people are starting to notice. What that means is that we received our first complaint. We are no longer allowed to record auctions or take on-site photos at every facility where auctions are conducted by a certain auctioneer, which fortunately for her (but not so much for this blog) is quite a few facilities-- probably at least 14 or 15 if I'm counting correctly. We're not bitter, we totally understand that some facilities are not comfortable (still) with cameras on-site--- it's something that Auction Hunters and Storage Wars still face as challenges to this day even with the mad popularity of their shows. We'll write a longer blog about this issue at a later date, but it's a big one right now in this industry. So, no hard feelings to the auctioneer, or to the facilities, we understand-- but what we DON'T understand is that not only was it a fellow competitor(s) that ratted us out, but the same competitor(s) that taunted us all day long whenever the new rules were given out loud at the start of the auctions that camera phones are not allowed on property. The only word that comes to mind here is jealousy.
Anyways-- the point that I'm trying to make is that LOTS of things were going on last week but we still managed to buy 3 pretty good units. The fact that we even managed to buy and clear (and process) 2 1/2 units (one of them is still being processed) is nothing short of a miracle. We'll tell you more about 52 and 53 later (they belonged to a hoarder and a cheerleader, respectively) -- right now it's all about the Gold Dust unit.
When the doors rolled open, a cloud of dust dispersed over the bidders and let me just tell you, we were a little more than shocked. This particular facility is notorious for being BEAUTIFUL. It is new, it is spotless, it has high-class tenants (who almost always pay their bills on time), it is climate controlled (for the most part-- this unit wasn't), and the units have gone all the way up to $3700. We were shocked not only that there was dust to begin with, but by the AMOUNT of dust. DUST EVERYWHERE. It was clear that this stuff had been there, untouched, for awhile. We were immediately interested. Here's what we saw when the door opened:
We started bidding around $25 or $30, I don't remember, and we would have gotten the unit for $50, except for that this brand new bidder (who appeared last week out of the blue and bought 2 or 3 units, even though he swore he had "no room in his truck") upped us to $110. As soon as he started bidding against us, I think we would have paid whatever to get it from him-- we're both kind of regretting being too nice to him last week. You don't need the entire story, but he shows up with no information, is asking a ton of questions, buys a small unit for a small amount-- complains that it's "too much for him to haul," reveals that he has no lock (which aggravates me to NO end when noobies do that), and then turns around and buys another unit (that we were also bidding on), even though he had just stated 5 minutes ago that he had no lock and no space. Dude, I don't mind trash talking, or whatever it is-- Lord knows WE do enough of it-- but at least make it make SENSE. Don't negate yourself no less than 5 minutes later. Anyways-- I shouldn't be TOO mean, because Lord knows who is reading this blog now-- but I really don't have a problem with speaking how I really feel. I'll just leave the rest of the color commentary for another day. The other thing though is that we were really nice to him last week-- we answered ALL of his questions about "what is this worth" and "is this real" after he bought the unit we wanted, and all of his quesitons about "where is THIS facility" and "what time does the NEXT auction start' -- even though he had bid against us on units we wanted-- but we figured it was a new mistake and we'd help him, and sure enough he shows up this particular day and does the same thing over again. I don't mind helping someone who needs it- we've all been there. I also don't take it personally when someone bids against me, after all-- it is business. But you can't have it both ways- you're either a naive newcomer or you're a hostile competitor--- pick one. Don't dare bid against me and then 5 minutes later ask me for directions because you're unprepared on where the next auction is. But I digress (again). Anyways, I guess the dude freaked because of the dust, or because he saw the crazy look in Brian's eye (or because he knew I wasn't letting this one go), so he backed down at $110. It was still a really good buy.
We left that unit alone for the day (not only was I not feeling well but it was so dusty that even *I* was chicken about digging in my cute clothes), plus we needed some bins and lots of trash bags--- we returned the next afternoon to start our dig.
The first thing I opened was this floral suitcase:
Some belts were in the outside pocket...
The big part of it had books...
Back to our dig, trying to get away from all of these distractions, which is now pretty easy because I've found the "unopened wedding presents" box-- we find these ALL THE TIME now. Take a good look- if you're ever considering buying one of these presents for someone, don't. They'll never get used, apparently. They're really nice things though!
I open a few more of the sterilite bins in back and realize that they are all pretty much full of glassware minus one or two miscellaneous ones at the bottom. They are also FALLING APART. Since we have no other bins to put random things in, I suggest to Brian that we open one more (that's kind of broken) and we just pack the rest and process it later (including the trunk, because the facility does not have lock cutters on hand- of COURSE I tried. I was so curious). Brian agrees and I start opening the last trunk which contains (in no particular order):
one of those boats that looks like a full-size boat that people build from little mini-ship pieces
a cigar box full of lighters, screwdrivers, pennies, and random things
screws and paint from the garage
water-logged books (it was obvious the whole box had gotten wet at some point)
some more bibles
and this box: