By Tony Hicks
Monday, August 27th, 2007 at 12:37 pm in Uncategorized.
We had a garage sale this weekend. And I’d like to say, for the record, that garage-sale people are nuts.
People were out there at daybreak Saturday (well, it felt like daybreak to me, which could’ve been 3 p.m. I can’t be too sure), before our official opening time, sniffing around old clothes and toys. They’re lining up like we’re going to throw in Springsteen tickets if they buy a $2 vase.
I’ve never done this sort of thing before. But, apparently, there are professional garage-sale trollers out there. And they’re crazy.
Not all of them. Some were just people who were looking for a good deal. I was glad to get a couple bucks for things that might mean something to someone – like baby stuff in good condition.
But then there was the guy who showed up Saturday evening as we were headed out and wanted to buy all kinds of stuff. He was very friendly – told us his life story despite my car idling, which was OK. Because sometimes when I turn my car off, it won’t start again.
I’m actually glad he stopped by, or else I wouldn’t have noticed my girlfriend dumped a box of stuff out that included my old band T-shirts. I mean of the band I played in many many years and many many pounds ago in L.A. Of course, none of them fit anymore (I might be able to get one around my head if I had two people with crowbars helping me). But that’s not the point. The point is I was in a band that had cool T-shirts. It’s very impressive to the chicks. Well, except for the one who dumped them out on the driveway.
Anyways, the guy left Saturday night and comes back with some of the stuff Sunday morning. Apparently there’s a rule in his house or something that, if he’s going to buy something for his girlfriend, it can’t be old, dusty, or full of cobwebs. What a dumb rule …
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