Kitschy-Kitschy-Coo - My Rummage Sale Nemesis

Kramer
Kramer
My Rummage Sale Nemesis

We have all seen Seinfeld on TV and the growl he makes when "NEWMAN" enters the room. They sneer, they snarl and they grit their teeth. Well, I have a "Newman" at many of the yard sales I attend. She is blond, attractive, and probably 20 years younger than I am. She smiles all the time, then moves swiftly around the tables, grabbing things up. She is slightly built so it is hard to tell how she can "expand" so that no one can pass her up in the garage. But she does.

We usually acknowledge each other with a smile. On the rare occasions that I am there first (how DOES she do that?) she rushes past me so that I almost turn full circle. Not really a shove, just a "get outta my way" presences the moves you.

About 6 months ago we hit the estate sale at the same time. The garage door had not lifted and there were about 15 of us, ready for the hunt. Sometimes when I stand there, I pretend there is a starting line and I take the position of the sprinters at the Olympics. I kid the others that the starting pistol must not be working or such, rather an ice breaker. My blonde Newman smiles rather patronizingly. Not understanding me is her loss.

Well, the garage door opens, painstakingly slowly, and we're Off! I spot a blue opalescent vase, grab it and clutch it to my chest. Meanwhile, she has picked up a cranberry glass bowl - yikes! As the "dust settles", I realize I have 4 breakables and ask the kind seller if she will hold the pieces for me as I continue my shopping. She agrees.

Perhaps 10 minutes later I am through and return to the card table/checkout stand to pay for my treasures. But what is this! I spot the blondie paying for her items and they are wrapping MY blue vase! I sputter out that I had put that up there but the confused seller is just that - confused - and does not know what to do next.

Just then, a dealer I know well, a very tall gent with tousled hair, comes to the table. He advises the seller that yes, indeed, I had put the vase there for her to save. My new hero has arrived! It is Kramer! I thank him profusely and smile sweetly to the blonde as they hand me the treasure.

Yes, we will go at it another day but for now, the world is all right and I have a song in my heart and the desire to dance like Elaine!

Article by NoEgrets

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