As the business got better, I started to reevaluate my lack of take homeness. My partner was from day one claiming stuff or casually taking stuff to her car (sometimes a lot of stuff). Her line was “do you hear something?” me “no” her line “ it told me it wants to go home with me” so life went.

Guys approach this business differently if we think it can make money, it is sold. Women, well lets say this is shopping on a massive scale and they want to keep it all. Many of my male friends who were married tried to keep their mates out of the stores. Because the easiest and best stuff to sell, you guessed it, the wives /girlfriends wanted it.

I started get the Jones bad when I bought this guy’s unit and he had all of these really nice Polo shirts button downs, golf shirts, sweaters, belts, jackets and hoodies. He wore an XL-XXL, I am XXL all day long! So I kept all of the stuff that fit me, and we sold the rest. That was a good unit!

Later on I started tricking out my house; you find a many unique and different items in storage units. Everyone is going to have some nice stuff unless they are exceptionally poor. Sometimes the poorest people have the best stuff. Go figure.

My tastes are the old, odd, weird or the exceptional. I am an artist, so anything artsy speaks to me.  Love that stuff! I remember this one gentlemen’s   unit that had all of his artwork in it, he was a metal worker, with a great eye. I snatched up some of his pieces, which I later sold when I sold my house. That was my thing everything I moved I started over. In this business it was so easy. I have literally bought enough furniture to fill up a house for under a thousand dollars. What you would pay for one decent bedroom set without the mattress.

Life as a auction hound can be good!

The End.