Sorry, you have to click on it. It won't let me embed it here for some reason. No idea why. I'm not a technical genius, just a storage locker genius.
But if you watch the video, you will discover that what we found inside the locked trunk was indeed....
a bunch of papers.
That's right--- there were photos too (so our facebook fan DBW should win some sort of prize for that, at the very least bragging rights)-- but mainly papers. The photos were all organized-- baby books and albums, that sort of thing, but the papers were just haphazardly thrown in shopping bags and thrown inside the trunk. There were pages, receipts, tags, more receipts, trash, candy-wrappers, and just... papers.
Here's a picture of one of the bags:
I will also point out that in this unit we found $700-$800 worth of gold in a purse inside a garbage bag, and in a locked trunk that we physically have to bust open, we find paperwork. Figures. Oh, the irony. I guess one man's trash is another man's treasure, and vice versa--- and don't get me wrong, Hurricane Katrina taught everyone 200 miles away from me how important photos are-- I just don't get locking up Popeyes, Walgreens, and McDonalds receipts.
Okay, so back to the digging-- we've done a day at the unit, the trunk busting, a day at the garage sale, and now I'm back for more on day 3 (today). I finished in about 2 1/2 hours, not bad considering (Brian was checking out some units at one of our favorite auctions, that we will purposely not list here because we want it to remain one of our favorite auctions)-- and I was on my own, which I almost prefer when digging. But it still wasn't too bad, considering.
Before I get into today let me quickly show you what garage sale day yielded:
Okay--- that was exhilarating Day 2. Day 3 (today) started with a quick inventory of what was still inside the van:
I started with this box... which turned out to be...
Instead, the first package I go to open pokes me. Literally scratches me. I look and see staples and nails poking out of the newspaper. Interesting.
Oh, and the little blue bag? It contained bullets:
http://www.google.com/#hl=en&sa=X&ei=Z9SUTpT1KLSGsgLLv_XuAQ&ved=0CCYQvgUoAA&q=hamburgular&nfpr=1&bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.,cf.osb&fp=33cf3e2011a76961&biw=1280&bih=626 That's right, 88,000 results for "hamburgular" - yes, I know I've digressed.
I turned the basket over the trashbag to dump out some of the glitter and mess that was left, and this is what I see on the bottom of the basket: "Thank you for choosing kewanna's "any occasion" baskets from "Kewanna"" -- no WONDER. This explains SO much. No dig against Kewanna-- I'm sure the basket was ORDERED to contain so much pink and lavender stuff it makes ME even uncomfortable (and I like girlie things)-- and the avon and motion lotion and other things may have been added later. Although, maybe I SHOULD be hard on Kewanna because she puts her own name in quotation marks. From now on, I'd like you all to refer to me as "Rebecca". It's like "JUST JACK!" from Will & Grace. And BTW, there is an actual Kewanna, Indiana-- so please don't try calling these phone numbers-- no idea where the stuff originated. Had there been an area code I would have blocked them out. But there isn't. So just don't try calling them. And if you do, let me know what happens-- but I definitely didn't condone or suggest it!
Next is the little suitcase which I had already gone through (remember the books?) but I went through it again and found this Aeropostale Beach Towel hidden in a little compartment. Awesome. I always wanted to try one of these to see if it really expands (and no I'm not being sarcastic).
Finally, the very last thing is a laundry basket full of freshly laundered white towels. I normally don't keep towels or sheets at ALL because it's not like it's designer clothing (it sells for very little) and it can contain fleas, ticks, mites, etc-- especially not in a unit this dusty-- but they were well covered and obviously freshly laundered, and we always get people who need things for their bare homes, so I decided to keep them. Of course I now wanted to take them all out and make sure there was nothing else in the hamper.
At the bottom of the hamper there WERE some things, another junk drawer, likely:
We hadn't gotten any letters or cards or notes yet in this locker so I was a little disappointed about that-- but here we go, some make-shift Father's Day cards.
And finally, this. Do you think Brian would be upset with me if I told him I found $500 in the locker? ;)