This month’s KPC topic is supposed to be about something bought at a yard sale or a flee market. I generally don’t frequent them as they are usually held on weekends and I am usually too busy doing other things or too tired from my workweek and need a rest. Therefore, I am going to cheat slightly on this topic. I am going to talk about an item purchased at a church rummage sale. I would think that a rummage sale qualifies as the same thing.
My church has rummage sales twice an year, and all of the proceeds go to missions. Usually we sort through tons of junk. Yeah, I know “one man’s trash is another man’s treasure”, but seriously sometimes we get things like hospital bedpans or plastic takeout cups from local fast food establishments. We also need to go through and reprice some items that some of the dear sweet ladies are out of touch when pricing. I mean sometimes they’ll price a nicely framed oil painting at $5 and then take a kids paint by number painting and stick $15 on it. Anyway, it’s hard work for great charity and sometimes, we also get the opportunity to score big. People donate really nice things like exercise equipment, appliances, furniture, and computers.
Once when I was working it, I purchased a set of golf clubs in a golf bag. I really didn’t know if they were in good condition or not or even whether they were a good brand or not. My hubby had mentioned possibly taking up golf (which he never did) and I figured one of our sons could use them to play with him. I figured if nothing else they could putt around the yard with them. I think I paid $30 for them. Both of my sons ended up using them to play on occasion but mostly they hit pine cones in the back yard for the dog to chase. Many a splendid afternoon for the dog!
My oldest son ended up playing golf and became quite good at it. He joined the golf team at the University he eventually attended. At that time, he needed better clubs, so these got tossed into the garage when he scored a really nice set off a drunk man in a bar one night. Seriously, my son was a bartender on the weekends and one of his regulars brought his clubs to the bar one night and said he wanted to sell them. They were worth almost a thousand dollars and was willing to sell them for about $350, so my son jumped on it. We gave him a hard time because we thought he took advantage of the guy. Ended up that the guy knew exactly what he was doing and had no regrets about it later.
One day Oldest Son who is ADD was cleaning out his rental truck (someone had hit and totaled his car!) and set them in the yard to take inside. In the middle of it, he remembered that he had a test to study for and left them in the yard. We came home from an out of town trip in the meantime. He later went out to retrieve the clubs and they were no where to be found. He wanted to know what we did with them. We were a bit baffled because we hadn’t seen them.
We started asking around and found out that our neighbor watched someone steal them! Yeah, some neighborhood watch! He professed that he assumed it was one of his friends. Right, people just randomly pull up to the cul de sac and grab stuff off your lawn and jump back in their truck and zoom off? Normal routine stuff?! (Same neighbor who watched someone pick up another neighbor’s dog who escaped from the fenced yard. He said nothing when the lady took the dog and said she was going to look for the owner. When the owner started looking for the dog the helpful neighbor gave a description of the car. Fortunately, the dog was found!)Anyway, the golf clubs were history. Oldest Son claimed he couldn’t possibly play with those cheap, crappy clubs I’d bought years ago. I refused to fork out a vast amount of money for a new set. He didn’t find it important enough to save for new ones, so he stopped playing for several months.
When Oldest Son’s birthday rolled around, I went with him to the golf store to try out some clubs. He finally settled on some that wouldn’t cost me an arm and a leg but that he still shot well with. He claimed that it was all in the clubs not in the expertise of the hitter. He put them on hold to give us time to check around.
In the meantime, he pulled out the cheap, crappy ones and played. Lo and behold, he played just as well! So, he decided that he was much better than he thought, and it wasn’t all in the clubs after all. He took his clubs off hold and decided he wanted new tires for his car instead.
The clubs still rest in the garage until someone grabs a driver and hits pine cones in the back yard for the dog. They are still used for the occasional golf game. I guess they will do until Oldest Son decides to take up the game again and insists that he must have good clubs.