The fat woman picks up a brooch. “How much?”, she asks. “A quarter”, I reply. She walks the pin to her car. Three days of selling, and I’m too tired to stop her. She returns with a big grin on her face, and slaps a dime on the table. Quickly jogging back to her car, she rolls down her window. . “Which way to Cedar Lane?”, she asks. I point in the opposite direction. She drives off. I close and lock the garage door, then tell my husband not to answer the doorbell. My final garage sale ends.
18/11/2022 04:39:22 pm
We've only undertaken one garage sale, and that was enough for us.
Joan Mach
20/11/2022 12:47:48 am
Thanks
Sue Clayton
19/11/2022 02:22:41 am
Looks like it ended with a "satisfactory" sale.
Joan Mach
20/11/2022 12:48:45 am
Yes, I hoped somebody would get a chucjle out of it
Cindy Patrick
20/11/2022 12:49:55 am
Snapshot of humanity, right there. Well done!
Joan Mach
20/11/2022 06:31:15 pm
Hope you got a laugh out of it
Cindy
21/11/2022 09:49:59 pm
Sure did! Thanks!
Peggy Gerber
20/11/2022 03:35:44 pm
And that is why I will never have another garage sale. Nicely done Joan.
Joan Mach
20/11/2022 06:31:38 pm
Glad you enjoyed it Comments are closed.
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