Estatese and an Interior monologue
She's saying: Well, we can not offer any warranties on the dishwasher. It came from Philadelphia and has been sitting in the garage for 10 years. All of that stuff was. This guy was a real collector. He had intended to have two full kitchens using all those appliances and sinks out there. Now the dishwasher is a Frigidaire; they were really big back then, very famous, the best! But after ten years, the seals go bad on dishwashers after they sit, so it will probably need new seals. So we can't guarantee that it won't leak and it may not work. Pause. She's sitting on an armchair facing all the shelved dishes, still unsold with one hour to go. Her young male helper, seated comfortably in another armchair added some agreement. "Make me an offer," she said.
Strangely mute, I'm thinking: Wow, I'm in the presence of an expert; she sure is educating me! I'm so lucky she's giving me an audience. I was ignorant of all these gems of wisdom she's proudly delivering. Why are there six people working in this teeny-weeny house. Why is nothing gone, except the small stuff. This is my first estate sale, and could be my last. The house smells of mold and mildew. But I should get the DW. After all, 'tis a spin-tube in really good shape, and I could keep it for Paul Turquoise. Why am I so uncomfortable. Thought I was coming to the Taj Mahal, but it's a junk sale run by 6 Soup Nazis. Why do I feel paralyzed, LOL. I've got to get out of here, NOW!
"I'm not sure what to offer."
"50 dollars."
"I was thinking 40," I'd like to have a DW in my garage.
"Why would you want a DW in your garage?" She was both surprised and amused, then: "Well you could easily make a cabinet, and what about the stove and refrigerator in the kitchen?
But I had neither 40 or 50, nor a truck. (I had maybe 30 bucks. Do they accept plastic at these things?) It was the last day, "All prices firm!" "The realtor says everything must be out."
Oh well! And it wasn't even Kaisertown, but the depressed Clinton-Bailey neighborhood. The emperor's new clothes comes to mind, but I could be out of my league.