My friend decided she was going to have a yardsale to clean out her storage shed. We had been discussing this literally for months and she kept putting it off, so I was surprised when I walked by and she had a folding table out there with sundry items atop and beneath it. I thought she was still working to get stuff out of the shed and on the corner, but this is Saturday and only the table and those few items remain.
That is the saddest, sorriest yard sale I have ever seen in my whole life. She's lucky she doesn't get ticketed for littering. I mean that yardsale needs a friend! Just sad.
But here's the kicker: beneath the table, she had a box of albums. And while she was selling them for $1, most of them are worth far more than that. I tried to explain this to her, but she insisted she just wanted to be rid of them, so I got the whole box and am going to try and get them on eBay.
Just goes to show, you never know what you will find.
© C Harris Lynn, 2008
A rambling melange of pop-culture.
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