Hit an estate sale. I haven’t been to a full on estate sale in a good while. I didn’t have high hopes but was happy once there. The company I was unfamiliar with. They were friendly and willing to deal a little. Man, I tell you the customers bugged the **** outta me and the salesman though!
First off I rolled up at 8:30 and the sale was opening at 9. There were already a number of cars outside and I could see they opened early as the whole place was being ravaged already!

Walking up the road to the house I saw a woman piling about 8 fishing poles in her van and a guy walking at me with more fishing gear. Looked good I thought.
Next, the “Island People” I will call them, because I’m not going to elaborate (guess for yourselves), were hard at work giving the salesman a ton of grief already. A man and several woman with him were piling all the auto equipment and power tools, garden tools, etc. piled just outside the garage door. The salesman was so frustrated with this guy, kept telling him that he can’t remove all the stuff from the sale without buying it to hold it, and they just kept arguing about paying and price..This seems to be a common theme at estate sales here as I witnessed it in the past with this group. They want to resell. Problem is they want to empty the entire place for a nickel!
What ended up happening was the boss had to put half their pile back because these people are just a pain in the ****. All the China jumbo wrenches, a bunch of socket sets, jacks, jack stands, etc. wound up piling up back inside the garage.

I was fortunate enough to get to the tool box and had it to myself for about 10 minutes. I was making a nice pile at my foot and trying to wait for in opportunity for the salesman to get done dickering with this group.
Next thing I knew some older woman was pecking at my feet. I politely said this pile is sold, it’s mine ma’am. Then she went for the big socket tray next to my pile and I told her it was sold as well just to get her the heck away from me.

I knew her husband was coming along next. His wife tells him the stuff on the floor was mine. He comes over and starts commenting on my pile. Oh, you got some nice Mac stuff there and several other comments to draw attention to my finds. He goes over to the other side of the tool box and says mind if I look too?Sure I said. He looks in some drawer and right for the Craftsman SAE combos. I helped by sliding half the combos to him. These two were hanging all over me really ******* me off as I stood over my pile waiting for the boss man as he went through the other group’s pile little by little.
Finally get to ask about price on my pile and the guy and his wife are hanging all over my shoulder just waiting to jump. The man gives me a price and I did a little negotiating which went fine. I was bent down over my stuff when the guy bugging me bends down and starts looking, and now here he is with a mask hanging loose around his neck and nearly cheek to cheek with me. I stood up, backed up, and said “Excuse me”. He goes, oh that’s right you said this was sold. Uh, yeah! Then before I even paid, the guy was asking if he could buy a wrench from me. I said I haven’t even paid for this stuff yet!
Finally squared up and ran to the car to get my bags. Ghe boss said he would keep an eye on my things. Came back and dug around the rest of the garage. There were so many misc boxes, every box had some cheap tools in it. I cracked open a shoe box for that nice familiar whiff off Craftsman screwdrivers.

Clearly the best was in the tool chest though. I was soaking wet with sweat but had to look at everything. Another guy had a huge crate full of tools.
Then the ultimate aggravation. An old guy walks out the house to leave with two rifles under his arm and they were pointed 90 degrees directly at me and another guy As he bumbles through the garage. Stuff like that is irritating. if you don’t know how to carry a gun then shouldn’t be buying a gun. As I looked at the barrels it seemed at least one was a pellet gun but still.
Anyhow, I went outside and there were three sheds. One full of hardware and tools, one full of chewed sunflower seeds and animal urine, and one empty. The island folk were doing the same out there, making a huge pile of tools and equipment and dickering with the boss’s son.

I went on to find the Bluegrass carry box and Craftsman RHFT and called it a day. Then I went inside and met the owner of the home. She was very nice, told me about her husband’s recent passing and tried hard to sell me her piano which I tested for a minute. Had fun watching a big brute get worn out while trying to wheel out an enormous safe with a dolly with three others helping him. I wasn’t getting near that.
That was my little bit of excitement. I know I did well despite the four or five really aggravating shoppers out of everybody.