Junking Stories

Now you know what to do with old bed pans

Poor Lady-as told to me by Christy S.

My Friend Christy S From Ardmore Oklahoma, she's a librarian at the local school, and loves to go junking at the metal yard. One time she went out and found lots of goodies, and loaded them in her truck. On her way home she stopped at the grocery store. As she was checking out, in her grubbies, and her truck looking like Sanford & Son's, she was asked by the clerk "will this be on food stamps today?". I guess we junkers all look like we need "help" from time-to-time.

Cat Couch by Ppsunshine (name unknown)

I passed by a 5 pc. sofa sectional in green leather... just beautiful nothing wrong w/it..no stains or tears! Got a truck , went back really happy! The truck had a vent window in cab and we kept smelling something but thought we had ran over something. When we get home we removed sec. to the garage since it was late at night! Got up in morning to check out our prize open garage door & almost killed us w/ the smell of cat pee! It was all soaked into the leather, we tried eveything and finally just trashed it. I did put a sign on it so no one else would do the same thing!

You never know what you'll find "Out Back", by Valorie M

Out in back of my house are a couple of old dumps that my boyfriend and I were picking through. We came across this toilet, he wanted to bring it back to the house, but I couldn't imagine what for,I just went along with it. It set right back on the edge of the woods here for years. We just noticed, this pass spring, that a fur tree had grown up through it. It has been quite an entertainment for friends and relatives that have stopped by.

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Beware of Dog when Junking, by Kristi

Love, Love, Love your site! I am a total junker. Dumps,clean-up week, or even trash cans don't scare me. My children and husband are mortified. Anyway during clean- up week here in town I conned my husband into driving me around to look. I found an old window frame that was calling my name in a pile. He drove right past and would not stop. Later that night around 10, he asked if I still wanted that frame , of course I said yes. He told me to go get it then. It was dark and I wanted to make sure I had the right house, so I did a couple of drive-bys. I wanted to make sure that nobody thought I was stealing anything other than junk, so I shut my lights off, pulled into the alley and tried to be very quite. I got out, grabbed the window frame, and about that time a dog started barking. You could tell it was large, I screamed, held the frame in front of me for protection and then tried to find a safe place to climb up on. Only after porch lights came on did I realize the dog's kennel was right beside my car door and I had woke him up. I jumped in and took off, zig-zagging around the streets in case the police were on my tail. I didn't want to get arrested for suspicious activity. When I finally got home, I was laughing so hard I couldn't even talk to tell my husband the story. What an experience! P.S. It's perfectly legal to take the junk on clean-up week and my husband is a deputy sheriff. Just to clarify I am not a criminal!!

Not even the Thrift store wanted it, But Victoria did.

Sent in by Victoria
When my daughter and I were leaving a thrift store one day, I spied a some broken tile in the parking lot. It was just laying there in a pile. I asked my daughter if she would mind if I picked it up. When she said no, I proceeded to get a shoebox out of the trunk and put the tile in it. It was enough to cover a small table in a Mosaic style. I'm all about FREE!!

Fun Junking Stories

Not exactly a story, but this sign sure does tell a story

This story was sent in by Ki


I've wanted a Sandy for as long as I can remember. Every once in a while I run across one still in operation at an out-of-the-way tavern. I immediately inquire if the establishment or vending company has considered retiring Sandy. The answer is always NO. My memories of Sandy are from my visits to Red Owl grocery store in Bloomington Minnesota with my mother. If I was really, really good while she shopped, I was rewarded with a fast and furious ride a top Sandy upon leaving the store. I suspect there are a whole lot of people out there with similar heartwarming stories, since Sandys are a hot commodity and are priced accordingly. Recently, a friend called me from Wisconsin and announced she had found my Sandy! (Its tack was a little worn, it had both ears, a complete tail and was in my price range)...I bought Sandy sight unseen.

Four strong guys loaded her into the back of my pick-up last week and I became the proud owner of a Sandy Horse. It didn't dawn on me at the time, my husband and I are incapable of unloading a 300 pound coin operated pony. That is when the adventure began.

Sandy has ridden with me on my daily errands to the bank, grocery store, gas station, and post office. Folks that I would have never made eye contact with are engaging me in conversations in parking lots. Everybody loves Sandy! I had no idea how much more enjoyable life is when you communicate with complete strangers. Young, old, men, women, and children smile when they see me cruising down the highway with a pony in the bed of my truck.

I went for dinner at a moderately fancy restaurant, couldn't find a parking spot and decided to use valet parking since I was running late. You can imagine the look on the young man's face. I heard him mutter under his breath..."Well, this is a first." As I was filling up with gas, a man that looked to be in his 80's came over to chat and I explained to him the attention Sandy was getting. I continued to tell him how much fun it had been to have a conversation starter aboard. He nodded and said "I know what you mean", as he pointed to his Vespa motor scooter across the parking lot.

I have enjoyed conversations with no less than 20 wonderful people this week. All of whom I never would have had a chance to meet if it wasn't for Sandy. My husband keeps bugging me to call some help to unload Sandy... suddenly have no desire to leave her at home. My days would be so boring without Sandy! Everyone should have a Sandy.


Sandy will be available for sale at the Junk Bonanza, September 11-13, 2008

This story was sent in by EvaBNor, via email
Margo, I have a kind of "one that got away" story, only in reverse. I, being a junker and not having a piece of furniture in my house that's less than 50 years old, bought an old small chiffarobe to put in our guest bathroom when we lived in Texarkana, TX. While I was slowly redecorating that bathroom, I accumulated "just right, one of each kind" off white bath towels, hand towels, and wash cloths. I'm kind of a penny pincher, and I wanted beautiful towels that would cost more than I wanted to pay, so I had shopped at places like Tuesday Morning and T.J. Maxx to get better prices. Being my mother's daughter, I had tucked all those nice towels into the drawers of the little chiffarobe, to be used only when I was finished with the bathroom. About the time that happened, we sold that house and moved to a small town not far from Tyler. Moving into a smaller house meant getting rid of some things, so we decided to have a garage sale. I accepted what I thought was a fair price for that little old chiffarobe, only to find out later that my husband, in moving it outside, had not taken the towels out. When the lady asked him about it he told her that he didn't think I wanted them.... He sheepishly told me the next day. $150 worth of towels in a rickety $25 cabinet... I bought cheap towels this time.

Junking can be hazardous, but it helps to know Spanish

Teresa Cano Shares this funny Junking Story, and she keeps a blog here

I have a really funny story to tell, but at the time it wasn't so funny. I had been searching for an metal light with flowers for a long time. Well, we were at this sale in Rosebud Tx one year and right there on the ground was this light I had been wanting. So, I bent over to pick it up and saw it was a $1, well I couldn't pull my money out of pocket fast enough to pay the lady, when a woman that had had her backed to the lamp, suddenly turned around and said "that lights mine". I just looked at her because her hand wasn't on it and it really wasn't near her and I just ignored her and went to pay the lady. Well, she starts calling me names and telling me she's going to beat my a#$ and is still cussing me as I went to leave. I just looked at her and said in Spanish that I didn't speak English so as not to cause a confrontation. She had a lot of people with her. As soon as we got in the truck, my husband said "I couldn't believe she was willing to beat you up over a $1 lamp." We laugh about it now and the lady that had the sale still remembers me. And, yes I still have the lamp.

This story is submitted by reader, Joy, and she keeps a blog here

Last Saturday's yard sales were turning out to be a lunchbag-let down. Until I found this baby..
I spotted it through all of the clutter, sitting on a low-rise porch off the driveway in plain view. I pointed towards it and asked a rather leading question-
"The clam shell?......"
waiting for the obligatory -
"It's not for sale!"response.
Instead what I got was a wonderful -
"Honey, you can have it for twenty bucks if you can move it off of there."
I was dumbfounded. Until I walked over and tried to budge it. It wouldn't move, not even a little bit. Now this is where I tell you that I actually left that yard sale without buying it.
But wait! There is a method to my madness....

You see, I knew only hubby could help me with this one, I needed his strength to get that baby from her porch to mine. But I thought it would be better to make sure he liked it before I purchased it. What restraint on my part! Anyway, hubby did like it too and it actually took him and another strong brute to lift it into the truck - where it is still sitting until I make up my mind where exactly I want it to go. I am famous for moving things around but this clam shell is way too heavy for nonsense like that. It probably weighs close to 400 pounds! So Saturday's yard sales didn't turn out to be a bust afterall. Hubby is always amazed at the treasures I unearth. My favorite part of a Saturday has to be the look on his face whenever he sees what I have dragged home. :)

This story is submitted by reader Michele S. And she keeps a blog here

The wife of a Navy pilot, accustomed to criss-crossing the United States, I struggled to make each new duty station a real home on a shoe string budget. Flea markets, dumpsters, and garage sales substituted for high-end show rooms and department stores. Possibly my biggest – if not my best – find was a huge 60’s French reproduction armoire discovered at a run down Central California second-hand store. I used our entire tax return check ($150) to buy the lumbering yellow and green piece, complete with psychedelic floral material stiffened by age peeking through chicken wire doors. After the delivery truck pulled away, my husband shook his head and the neighbors stared in astonishment at the hulking piece, just a few inches shy of the garage ceiling. With my husband due to leave on a 6-month deployment, I reasoned it would give me something to do in his absence. With two toddlers under the age of three, I’m not sure why I thought boredom was an issue. For months, I applied stripper and scraped off layers of paint. After finally reaching bare wood, I started on the painted chicken wire. After days turned into weeks, I discovered the “carved wood” was really some kind of weird composite material that slowly melted if the stripper was left on too long. Swapping the cheap door pulls for a couple old front door plates and knobs found at a junk shop I begged my friends to help haul it into the living room, days before my husband was due to arrive. After lots of welcoming hugs and kisses, my husband eyed the handsome piece taking up way too much of the small living room. “It’s great to be home. I’m so glad you got rid of that piece of junk in the garage and bought something decent,” he said. Aaah sweet revenge!

The Ones that Got Away
By Margo

As you all know I go to lots of Garage Sales. Sometimes the Husbands and Wives do not agree and I get myself caught in the middle. The first story, was at a sale that had items in multiple buildings. I was told to feel free to roam the other buildings for more things, which I did. In one of the buildings I found a basket that I wanted. It was one of those tall skinny, oak slat, baskets that is great for holding tall items, or as a hamper. I picked it up and headed for the building with the wife in it, to pay for my new find. She sees me coming through her window, and as I open the door I hear "GEORGE! WHY DID YOU PUT MY BASKET OVER THERE???" Well of course my heart sank as I knew that this sale was not going to happen. She continued to read George the Riot Act as I politely handed over the basket and excused myself.
Story number 2 happened just a few weeks ago. I was at a sale and had not found much. As I was leaving I spotted a great old sled propped up behind a tree. "How much for the sled" I asked the man, and he said $10.00. Well as I was trying to contain my excitement, I politely handed him my $10 and he began to carry it out to my car for me. We were almost there, I almost had my treasure in my trunk when I heard "FRED, I WASN'T GONNA SELL THAT". Well I knew the jig was up and with a longing look in my eyes I said "oh well" and he gave me my $10 back.
Moral of the Story. Husbands check with your wives first, it is very heartbreaking for us treasure seekers out there to lose our treasure so quickly after it is found.

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