franziska

Estate sales suck. I got to the house at 7:45, I think. The sale didn't start until 9:00. Five people were already waiting. Obnoxious people. They all started in at me. I told them no one got in until I my help showed up. They kept at me. One woman was busy telling me how good her money is. One person asked me if everything was marked. I said "no." She said, shocked, "it's not?" I told her I was a bit off since my mother died. She closed her mouth and they all shut up. While I was in the house they kept at me. Peeking in through the porch window. Whining about the rain. I said, "Didn't you guys drive here in cars?" One kept waving money at me, like I'd see the money and head right for her. That might of worked if I had been a stripper! Finally Robin showed and I let them in. One woman actually apologized when she left later. I had a man park in the middle of the street, blocking traffic both ways, and try to come in the house. I blocked the door and told him he couldn't park there. He said he was going in just for a minute. I said, "no you're NOT." He went and moved his car. How I hate the people who think they are privileged and can do whatever they want. I could go on, and on, and on. I have to admit it is fitting memorial. My mother was one of those people.

Tomorrow should be worse. Everything will be cheaper.