Expecting the notorious scum of the earth at another Whale Bros. liquidation sale—one that only lasts for a weekend as it runs into its third month—a sense of mission made an otherwise fruitless outing. Hitching a ride with a partner in crime and her mother, quiet being the reserved behaviour and as "normal" would allow.
Boxes and boxes of bras. An entire wall lined with cartons of pantyhose. Ill-fitting clothes with names for sure, but of the most dubious trampling. Manchester, pillows, cushions and towels taking up a third of the entire hall. Batman, Spider-Man and related pyjamas too small for those over 12. Pumps, courts, furry slippers, skinned boots, sandals, dress shoes in all colours of the chocolate rainbow.
Separating the feast of questionable material of a purely lacklustre affair, fencing running down a third of the main hall of Sydney Olympic Park. DVDs on movies and films hardly outside the realms of late-late-night viewing. Parallel imports of CDs and albums otherwise spotted at prices fairer in establishments such as Rock Bottom and Dirt Cheap. Books, books and books of the usual suspects, travelling wherever the bright fluorescent yellow and orange price tags sit.
Hours later, through the trudge and sludge, DVDs of Glen or Glenda and Indestructible Man now join the library of wrestling DVDs. Perfectly respectable haulage of an otherwise tiring time. With the company in tow, several hours dissolve without a second to witness.
Soon Van - Sunday, July 10, 2005 - 11:22
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