Ugh I can't wait for garage sale season. I've been so desperate for some new vintage stuff that I risked being an hour late for work today so I could go to an estate sale. It was worth it, I picked up this 50's phone table. I have absolutely no place to put it, so for now it is floating around in living room #1 (living room #2 is currently the "disappointments room", but I'm not disappointed in this purchase). I love it!
Anyways, being at this estate sale was like watching soft porn. This was a small small house, and I have never seen people rubbing up against each other in a frenzy to get by each other and fit in these small rooms. This was a survival of the fittest type of sale. When I was squatted down looking at this table, one very old lady simply shoved my ass to the side with her shin so she could get to a hand held can opener before anyone else got it. Jeez.