Walked back to several tables full of ceramic tchotchkes - you know, the usual C- business - but then the true weirdness started coming out. One - no, two tubs full of mostly unworn 70s athletic socks, all the stripes you can imagine. A tub that seemed to be mostly full of Brut. Weird geometric scarves and bright-orange handkerchiefs. Probably about 50 clocks. Even some of the tchotchkes were really weird - the ceramic frogs (typical fare) all appeared to be lying on their back, the better to expose their very human-looking genitalia. Of course!
"Yeah, we've been renting this space from this guy, but then he died, so we're selling off his stuff for his family," said the mom-figure.
"Weren't you at our garage sale last year?" asked the daughter. "Yeah, that's right - you bought a computer monitor for $5. It was for your girlfriend who was in school," she (correctly) noted. Whoa, crazy. "How'd that work out for you?"
"It was great for a couple weeks before it stopped working."
"Well, we'll give you a great deal on everything today."
Endless weird sunglasses. Apparently unworn novelty beer shirts. The loudest old Jantzen swim trunks ever. I expected to see novelty-beer-shirt fanciers roll up in Jettas or on bikes with short handlebars - but no, this was Clackamas, pure Clackamas.
Did the whole experience end up with a hug and everyone saying "you're awesome" and us carrying a bucket full of amazing things home? It did. First A+ sale of the year? It was.