This morning I organized a long-overdue garage sale. I got everything setup, priced, and signage out at around 7:30 am.
It is now almost 9:00 am, and I’m getting lonely. So far the only customer I’ve had has been my dog, Cooper, who is sniffing at some of my (excellent, if I may say so) merchandise.
Man, I hope someone shows up. I’m selling some good stuff! A fully working Windows XP computer (1.1Ghz, 256MB), with wireless, at original factory load configuration. Who wouldn’t want that!
I’m selling a large wooden table, that’s been in our family for over thirty years, with the six chairs that go with it.
A ping pong table too! Yes, yes, with paddles.
Two bikes!
Our dork-box!
A lawn mower and two weed-whackers!
Plus lots of other cool stuff. Heck, while I’m at it, I might sell Cooper too (just kidding, poochy).
What’s not to like?
At around noon I think I’m just going to put up a sign that says “everything’s free”. Because the thought of stuffing all this stuff back in my garage is really depressing.