Dream a Little Dream.

I had a fairly unpleasant estate sale experience last Saturday, which leads me to ask the question: why are people who go to estate sales so rude? Not all of them, of course, but I swear to you, if you are looking for a few rude people to feature in a documentary about how manners in this country are going down the toilet, please allow me to direct you to the nearest estate sale at 9 am in the morning. ¬†I had to wait a few minutes to go into this one, because it was a very narrow house, very cluttered, with a lot of people inside. Once I got up to the attic I felt thankful they were keeping their eye on the population because the attic floor was none-too-solid — reminded me a lot of the attic floor in my grandparents’ house, which was prone to al having heavy objects fall through. I didn’t find much — a vintage reader and the vintage bulldog planter pictured below — and I was standing in line, wishing I had found more since this was the only sale I was going to that morning, when people at the door started rioting. Well, okay, not rioting, but being totally rude to the poor woman trying to hold them at bay. They had let a few too many people get inside and were trying to clear the house out a bit, and the folks on the porch kept trying to push their way in every time she opened the door to let someone out. She told them one person could come in and then the group on the porch started arguing with her AND with each other because there were three of them and the one standing closest to the door wanted to go in by herself. She asked those of us in line to confirm that the house was too full and we all did, to which the women trying to get in said, “Oh, sure, of course they’re going to say that. ” Not so smart, to insult not only the person responsible for letting you in but the entire room as well. Finally one of them came in and started mouthing off about how it wasn’t even crowded inside and called the estate sale lady “crazy” for not letting them in. In the middle of this nonsense a woman standing in line two people behind me started yelling about having to wait in line so long and kept trying to throw a couple of dollars at this poor woman minding the door so that she could leave with the coffee press she had in her hands that was unpriced. I really wanted to ask her if the bad behavior of the first group was giving her some kind of social permission to behave badly herself. I don’t like waiting in line for estate sales; I get impatient and feel like I’m wasting my time. But you know what I do? I LEAVE. Without causing a scene. Because I can disagree with it all I want to but that’s the way they’re running their business and they have a right to do what they want. There are a few estate sale companies I avoid because I feel like they’re a little too cautious about letting too many people in the house, which results in long waits, but I certainly don’t show up and start banging on the door and calling them “crazy.” I don’t like the way they run their business so I don’t frequent them. Same reason I hate it when people argue about prices at an estate sale and try to tell the proprietors they’re charging too much money — that’s their¬†prerogative. It’s their business. You can complain on your blog, like I do (HA!), but you’re not going to get anywhere by telling someone their pricing stinks.

Ugh. Rant over. While I was in line listening to all of this and feeling very uncomfortable, I spotted this:

Love. It. I wanted to get a flower to use in the photo but I was too lazy to stop by the store on my way home — that’s the way I intend to use it, though, as a vase. Look at the words on the back: There’s sunshine in every sip. Don’t you just want a big gulp of Dream soda now? Anyone know what it was like? I did a quick search on Google but didn’t come up with anything.

Here’s the cutie pie Bulldog planter I found:

He already went on Etsy. I collect these animal vases but I’ve run out of room on the shelf where I keep them and I’m trying so hard not to add any more clutter to the house. He’s awfully cute, though.

December 6, 2011 - 5:22 pm

Kayce Hughes Couldn’t agree more. Life is too short to be rude.

December 6, 2011 - 5:44 pm

Shannon Love the vase!

December 6, 2011 - 6:03 pm

Lara Jo Amen!

December 13, 2011 - 10:37 pm

The Thriftaholic (Leilani) The name of that soda brand is rather surreal… Imagine saying “I’d like to drink a Dream for lunch”. It kind of reminds me of Alice in Wonderland or Brave New World too. The “sunshine” bit makes me think it might have been an orange soda or perhaps the company was based in California or Florida. We definitely don’t have enough sun in Chicago to make any such claims about our bottled beverages!

January 31, 2012 - 2:46 pm

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