Estate Sale Paybacks
How many times have you stood in line for an hour, waiting to get into an estate sale, only to have the person in front of you buy everything in sight?
I’ve had it happen to me more than once, but I finally got even with at least one of these Hannah Hogs. As large a town as Austin, Texas is, I still see the same group of people at most estate sales. One particular woman, I got to know as Hannah Hog at my first Austin estate sale.
Of course, I know to get to an estate sale early, so I showed up 45 minutes before the doors opened, with my Starbucks and DH to carry any bulky treasures. But for an Austin estate sale, I was late, and ended up standing halfway down the sidewalk, while unknown to me, Hannah hovered like a vulture at the front of the line. I discovered later that Hannah arrives at sales before dawn, equipped with night vision goggles for locating house numbers and uncovered windows she might be able to peer through.
After shivering in the cold for 45 minutes drinking coffee and wondering if I could make it to the corner 7-11 restroom and back before the doors opened, the Sale manager finally let us in the door. I was in the first group allowed in the house, and made a beeline for the living room, where jewelry and cashiers are usually located. I spotted the table, but it was too late by then-less than 3 minutes into the sale! I met Hannah and learned her seize and sort method of shopping, that day.
Your Hannah Hog may be just like mine, or one of the many variations that I’ve since heard about, but let me describe my Hannah so you can be on the alert for her. She’s middle aged, dressed nicely, and carrying a large basket. No purse to get in her way, she keeps the basket on her arm and both hands free. Hannah doesn’t visit with other dealers in line, she’s focused completely on that front door. She is always among the first in line, goes straight for the items she deals in, and God help anyone getting between her and her goal.
When I got to the jewelry table seconds behind Hannah, she was loading her basket. I reached for a piece still on the table and Hannah snarled ‘That’s mine!’ and grabbed it out of my hand. Shocked, I watched this woman sweep every piece of jewelry on the table into her basket and stalk off, with one last threatening look at me.
So I was kind of peeved-but there was worse to come! After going through the entire sale, DH and I returned to the living room to check out. There sat Hannah on the floor going through this basket of jewelry and discarding all the things she didn’t want! Now, I understand someone saying ‘I’ll buy it all’ if they are willing to make good on their promise, but this lady just does not believe in equal opportunity shopping. I was to witness Hannah doing her seize and sort missions two more times that spring. Every time I saw her, I knew that sale would be a dry run for me.
But as they say, what goes around, comes around. I finally got even with Hannah. I was actually ahead of her in line at a sale. The moment I walked through the door, I asked if there was any jewelry and the attendant told me ‘in the bedroom to the left’. I ran, insofar as that is possible in a house full of antique hunters during open season, straight to the bedroom, where I discovered the Mother Lode of jewelry sales.
There was a small linen closet lined with shelves and just large enough for one person to stand in. Every shelf from eye level down was covered with jewelry! And standing right behind me, outside the closet door….was Hannah. I could feel her hot breath on my neck, and only hesitated seconds before doing what I knew I had to do.
I pulled up the bottom of my t-shirt, making a pouch out of it…and swept every single piece of jewelry off every single shelf, into my shirt . Rhinestones, beads, plastic, broken or mint made no difference. I took it all. Then turning to Hannah, I smiled sweetly, and walked off with my jewelry, my tshirt hanging down like a huge growth on my stomach and Hannah growling and snarling as I walked by.
Yes, I did buy every bit of it. I stretched a perfectly good shirt out of shape. I don’t know if I ever got my money back on all that stuff I bought....but it was worth every cent.