We found a pamphlet... for something. I have no idea. Brian looks pretty excited by it, though!
If Brian remembers what this is, I'll have him post here. Here's as blown up as I can get the picture... kind of blurry. Sorry!
Box #2 contained nothing but socks & underwear:
Every SINGLE piece of underwear was designer. Tommy Hilfiger, Calvin Klein, Ralph Lauren, etc. We see this a lot. It's amazing how people can spend $35 on a pair of underwear but they can't pay a $79 a month storage locker bill. This was my favorite pair of drawers:
I've seen some decorative hand-towels in my day, but never one to commemorate a Hurricane!
We found out quickly throughout the process that our lady was a nurse at a local hospital. In between her textbooks and TONS of paperwork (bills, letters, etc) - were random assorted needles, drug samples, syringes, gauze, etc. Here is one such example:
Some of the syringes even still had some type of liquid in them! See the air bubble in this one?
The only reason I took a picture of this is because I found about 12 business cards for various businesses... Hair Salons, Accountants, Morticians, etc. Finding the business cards wasn't the strange part-- the part that was odd is that EVERY SINGLE CARD featured a man and a woman dressed in formal attire... almost like a prom picture. Here is one such picture. (I wish I would have saved the others but I didn't realize the pattern until about the 4th card). In this one, the gal is in a prom dress, and the guy is in a little bit more casual attire, but you get the point. And what on earth does an umbrella have to do with a hair salon? If this company wants to let us know, we'd appreciate it. Either way-- hopefully this mention in our blog will bring you some business, buddy!
TONS of scrubs. Always a good thing!
There were also a ton of dog toys, which I'm sure Lola will appreciate at some point!
A lot of the clothing was brand new with tags. And of course, you guessed it, designer.
It dawned on me after a few pictures that a lot of the clothing was actually created for babies (because I don't think Ralph Lauren makes clothing for dogs)--- the tenant was buying the baby clothing and adapting it for the puppy. Still... I don't get how you can pay $25 for a shirt for a baby to be used for a dog, and not be able to pay storage on a storage locker. But I digress.
Another doggie shirt:
More doggie clothes and accessories- brand new with tags, never used:
I was putting the doggie clothing away when one caught my eye. Black & Gold, with lots of sparkle, I immediately thought it was New Orleans Saints related and that made me love it even more. No dice, to Brian's disappointment, but it IS cool because it's my Storage Heroes nickname-- "Gold Digger" -- and boy did I earn that nickname on THIS unit!
I present to you, exhibit A: This bag looked like a bag of trash. Brian was going to throw it away. I looked briefly through it and almost concurred, until I realized that there were negatives and photos-- realizing that the tenant actually had all sorts of items in there, I looked through it more thoroughly. It's a good thing I did, because I found our first golden item!
Here's what I found:
A pair of 14k gold earrings with 1/4 carat diamonds, that originally retailed for $599.99. Not too shabby!
I also found this advertisement for iMonk. I have no idea what it is, but I had to show Brian and take a photo. Maybe Brian can help extend the iMonk community even further!
Further proof that cell phone boxes in units NEVER, EVER have working cell phones inside them:
See? Believe us now?
Another bag, full of designer bags... there was a designer bedspread from Nautica (the package was empty)
And bags from Ralph Lauren, Tommy Hilfiger, and Calvin Klein. At least they were all in amazing shape.
Inside one of the bags I found quite a few Zales boxes, and got really excited, until I realized they were empty:
Another empty Zales box:
After 3 or 4 more of these, I finally found one that WASN'T empty:
More medical supplies:
Ahh, the standard Crown Royal bag. I cannot even begin to express to you how many of these we have found. It's one of the most common Storage locker items behind condoms and fake hair. We have found to date over 25 Crown Royal bags. And it's always interesting what people put in them--- typically it's costume jewelry or pennies. Sometimes even makeup. I found the other day while reading a book by Nina Garcia (Project Runway Judge and Marie Claire Magazine editor)-- thanks EF--- that she actually recommends that women carry these to put their makeup in while they travel. Nina-- I think they got the message because they are EVERYWHERE! Let's see what's in this one... Any guesses?
Costume jewelry, makeup, AND condoms! Everything you need for a night out on the town! Thanks, Crown Royal!
Another random box:
Another seeming bag of garbage:
It all looks like trash but again, I go through it thoroughly-- they call me "Gold Digger" for a reason... I sniff out gold and I'm not afraid of digging!
So far nothing but crap...
And a crumpled up old gift bag with tissue paper still inside, that I decide to open up anyway.
Good thing I opened it! A really nice piece of jewelry was inside:
See the other thing in the picture above? Nestled in the bottom of the bag, under all the paperwork, was a jewelry box. Finally! We'd gotten a couple of pieces of really nice gold and had at least quadrupled our money (not counting the free toys for my dog)... but a little lagniappe (extra, for those of you not from New Orleans) never hurts anyone! Upon opening it, I screamed several times for Brian, but it took him 20 minutes to respond. Turns out he was having a fight with a tenant across the parking lot who was locked out of his storage unit (for failure to pay) and was taking it out on Brian by asserting that he move the vehicle, because we were "blocking his way" even though a) we were parked at least 5 feet across the roadway from him, and b) he couldn't get into his unit anyway, besides the fact that he was not ready to get anything out of there anyway, but I digress. Brian eventually came up and looked at our newfound booty: