2 tents and in the morning a count of 24 people already in line. I was 25th, yay for me. I decided to show up in the early morning and planned on getting a few hours of sleeping before going, I didn't get that sleep.Around 4am I noticed a Police car heading towards the end of the parking lot with its lights on. Over the next half hour a few patrol cars came and left, including one passenger in the backseat and a tow truck hauling an old school Cutless. For another ten minutes or so only one patrol car sat in the middle of the parking lot. Being the curious cat that I am, I decided to walk over and seeing what had happened. Last year my 4runner was stolen from the same parking lot with my DOG IN IT! Yes, I got him and the truck back the same night, but boy was I upset. So I was curious to see if this had been another case of auto theft.

As I was approaching the cruiser I gave a few whistles and attempted to gain the officers attention by waiving a hand in the air. At a safe and what I was hoping to be a nonthreatening distance I stopped and continued to wave my hand. In a split second the officer, who apparently had zero clue I was there, was out of his car with hand on weapon asking me, "what can I help you with?". Half serious and half jokingly I put my hands in the air and said, "Don't shoot!". I explained to him why I had come over. His demeanor immediately changed once he knew I wasn't a threat but I still kept my distance. He told me there was an old guy who was arrested for drunk driving his '72 Cutlass with glass t-tops, which he also mentioned was a pretty sweet ride. I told him I was planning on writing a post in my blog about the night and thought I'd see what was going on. We began talking about a few random topics and he mentioned that before he became an officer he had been a circus performer, and then quickly he said, "but don't put that in your blog", seriously?
That was a once in a lifetime conversation! A carny turned copper, of course it's going in the blog. I asked him if there was anything he'd like me to look for at the sale, since I enjoyed that sort of thing anyway. He said he had just had a child and was in need of a child trailer to pull behind his bicycle. So I took his card and told him I'd look for one at the sale. We said our goodbyes and I took off walking back towards the line. He followed a few mintues later and thanked me again. I asked if it would be alright for me to email him my blog address, to which he answered, "Yes but don't send me any porn, it's a work email!". I was cracking up. This guy was a character and a great addition to my night.My friends Seth and Matt showed up around 5am and we sat sat and talked until the start of the sale at 9am. The sales are a madhouse. It's funny how quickly people lose their manners in order to save a few dollars. It reminds me of the movies where the world goes to hell in a handbasket and people end up shooting eacother over a loaf of bread. Sometimes I get the feeling that most of us appear to be civilized, but if needed we can snap. Give Portland one week without food and water and I guarantee it will become a warzone. Scary! I ended up finding what the officer was looking for and gave him a call, but wasn't able to get ahold of him. I found myself some $50 trekking poles for $12, a $60 sleeping pad for $10, and $65 Goretext gaitors for $7! Score!
Oh ya, and I couldn't help but post a picture of this BA BMW. I need to get me one of these.
Ha, ha, ha! I haven't talked to you since this night, so it was good to read about your day. I like nice cops- they are rare and this guy seemed great. Hooray carny-cop!
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