It gets... strange sometimes. I found a full bottle of my sister's perfume, eau de parfum mind, on the trash pile poking out of a dumpster at one sale. It would be over $100 retail, and there it sat. Meanwhile, I was at one a few weeks ago that had nothing for sale but furniture and some clear glass. The only things worth buying sold immediately, to a guy half my age who was after two crazy chairs. High five, dude. The next generation was one happy camper.
