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I have a garage sale update. Not the creepy guy.
I saw someone walking up to the front door. He looked surly and unkempt. I was with other people, so I beckoned them to stay nearby when I answered the door. I answered the door and he just looked at me and said, "Did you have a garage sale last week?" I said, "Yes?" He said, "You still havin' it?" I was like...."no?" And he just turned around and walked off. ...What in the blue fuck? |
:lol Goddamn, you really do need to write a book.
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Another update.
Not the creepy guy. Another guy showed up on the front porch carrying my brother's carpet shampooer, sold by said brother's girlfriend for $20 at the sale. Demanded his money back. It don't work right. My dad shelled out $20 to get the guy the hell out of there. What the hell is wrong with people this year? Since when did they start cashback guarantees at yard sales? My mom says no more yard sales ever. |
You would think the bathroom incident would have put an end to the garage sales.
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It did, for about 4 years. But I needed the money.
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Right? :dunce |
You know, I've bought stuff at yard sales and, as an emptor, I fully caveat'ed. If it broke I figured, "Oh well, no biggy, I got it at a garage sale."
Not once did it EVER enter my mind to track down the family who sold it to me, a week after the fact, and show up on their doorstep demanding my money back. |
This is why more and more neighborhoods are doing cluster yard sales, so you can't be tracked down by these oddballs
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It's a thought. It makes me uneasy that people seem to think we've invited them to our home, when we have a garage sale. We haven't. We're very touchy and defensive of said home. We don't like for it to be painted in liquid feces, we don't like for it to be photographed by potential serial killers and WE DON'T REMAIN OPEN IN CASE SOMEONE CHANGES THEIR MIND ABOUT A GARAGE SALE PURCHASE.
I used to think this sort of thing was common sense. |
how many people do you know with common sense?
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A fair point
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In Kit's neighborhood, judging from her loquacious descriptive prose, I'd hazard a guess and say none, present company excepted, naturally.
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This morning my mother was out mowing the grass, and a skeevy-looking man approached her. He handed her a business card (she didn't look at it) and offered to paint her house number on the curb for $12. He said, "All proceeds will benefit firefighters."
She looked at him and said, "No." He was like, "Vietnam vets?" She laughed at him and turned back to mow the yard. He chased her down and said "GIMME BACK MY BUSINESS CARD." She gave it to him, but I'd have kept it and said I needed to make a call first. |
The least your new friend could have done was said "proceeds go to a worthy cause. Cause I need the money"
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Oooh ooh, also instead of just saying "Vietnam vets?" he could have said in a Don Adams voice, "would you believe the Vietnam vets?"
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:lol You can't make this shit up.
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GIMME BACK MY BIDNESS CARD.. THAT COST FIFTUH CENS |
I was thinking that it was either made up bullshit on there, or he'd stolen it from someone legitimate.
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Kitsa, you get more nutters in your life than me, and that is honestly something.
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Oh, I'm a regular nutter magnet.
But really my theory is that this happens to everyone and I just talk about it more. |
I would tend to agree, Kit. I myself have had periods of time where I would have sworn that I was being stalked by religious zealots for the number of times I was accosted with pamphlets, tracts or even just a small printed card. My theory is that most of us would sound stupid regaling these tales on this fine forum; You just does it much better than most. ;)
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with the vendor over booth credit for the slightly used condoms that we picked up at the swap meet. Jip |
hilarious
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WACKY!
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I give it :lol :lol :lol :lol , 2 trophies, and 3 zugs
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