The idea came to me one day that I might really make some hay, if I had a…garage sale.
Determined to rid my house of junk no matter how much money I’d sunk…into all that stuff…I’d have a garage sale.
We hauled things out from every place then staged it… to be in your face…at our garage sale.
Soon the people started to arrive and before you knew it there were four or five…at the amazing garage sale.
A woman with glaring, steely eyes came over to me… and to my surprise…pulled out a baggie with a quarter in it…at my garage sale.
I said, “The sticker says that costs a dollar and what you’ve got there is somewhat smaller.”
She said, “Who do you think you are? Some kinda Garage Sale Czar?”
She was mean…but I was meaner.
Kip took me aside and said, “I’ve had my fill, I’m taking this stuff over to Goodwill.”
I said, “We’re staying right here til this junk’s sold, I have my reputation to uphold…at the Goodwill Store.
After that we settled down some, then more people started to come.
The day got better and the quarters piled up. I thought, “You’re making hay now, buttercup…at this very lucrative garage sale.”
Something I have recently found, is the garage sale business goes up and down..like the stock market.
Well, all of a sudden the garage market fell and I still had lots of stuff to sell.
I no longer cared about making hay, I would have given that junk away to the very next person…if there had been one.
Kip said, “We’d better start cleaning junk off the floor. Do you want it where it was before…The garage sale?
“No!! I yelled, it can’t be over! I was supposed to be in real high clover after my…garage sale.
I never really did like that garage, but I sure didn’t think it would go and sabotage my… getting rid of junk, lucrative, up and down market, quarter fighting over…garage sale!
(But forget Goodwill. You get much better deals at garage sales.)