The Yard Sale

Before I comment on the title topic, a quick note on the Pizza Shop. I made my first delivery to the fire department this week. 1 thin crust pepperoni - an excellent choice. I pull up to the station and park carefully to avoid blocking the red giant in case there is - a fire somewhere. I get out and walk towards it noticing all the things you would expect, ladders, tall boots waiting to be filled, and a small office type area. No one is outside so I finish my close up tour of the engine and try to get a look inside the station but it's dark and I can't see anything. I do notice a flicker of light which seems to be coming from a big screen tv. I open the door and reveal the ultimate "guys room". It's a big screen all right, with 7 plush brown lazy boy recliners. At least 2 refrigerators and a kitchen. A nice setup and I'm sure they deserve it.

I don't understand my wife sometimes. She spent all week going thru boxes so that we can participate in the neighborhood wide yard sale. I understand going to get change at the bank but do we really need a roll of quarters, nickels, & dimes??? I don't want to mess with a yard sale transaction that can't be settled with paper currency. There are only 2 reasons to have a yard sale in my opinion 1) make a little money, 2) get rid of some junk. My wife just left the house to go yard selling which will cost a little money and bring some more junk. So I am here tending the sale trying to sell junk and make a little money quicker than she will replace it and spend it and I don't like it one bit and this is not the first time it's happened. It happens everytime she wants to have a yard sale. So, here is what I'm going to tell her when she gets back....



Nothing.

Yesterday was our 16th anniversary. I'm finally putting something into action that I have know for a long time. It's just not worth it. It's not worth the fight. Women are different and previous history tells me how this argument will end. So I didn't say anything to her when she left and will not when she returns - no matter what she brings back. This is my opportunity to complain. Here on my blog.

2 mexican women just asked me how much 2 books were. I told them 50 cents thinking they would pay 1 dollar total. They dropped the books immediately and looked at me with disgust and left with nothing. I hate yard sales.