The Garage Sale

I could never figure out why people advertise for a garage sale, and then you get there, and the sale is in the yard. Now we just had a garage sale and I still can't figure it out. We got the stuff from Aunt T moving. on the day of the garage sale, the Campbells came over to help. We each took turns as the cashier. I don't know why, but handling the money was a popular job. Maybe it was just fun to watch all the moolah pile up. We probably could have doubled our profits if there weren't so many things that appealed to us. When we were preparing the stuff for the garage sale, a lot of this was going on:
Uncle Bryan (the pricer):Wow, look at this Mariners baseball.
Seth: Wow. That's mine now.
Uncle Bryan: Check out this collection of baseball cards.
Ryan: Thank you.
Me: Hmm. What price for these brand new Nike Airs?
Emily: Oh, Joy!
The night before the garage sale, Ryan and I decided to "camp out " in the front yard to test out the one man tent (oops) that was going to be for sale the next morning. I think that Dad "accidentally" forgot to turn off the sprinklers that night.
The next morning, we put on the garage sale, and Miri set up a little Sprite stand in the front of the driveway, and everything went as planned, except for the pop stand, as there were too many generous donations to the hard working staff.
At one point, Micheal asked a young mother "Where is your boyfriend?"
"He's in the car," she replied. "I like 'em young."
In the car sat a little boy, no older than 3.
Well, there's nothing more to say.

THE END