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Yard sales bring out the strangest mix of humanity. Next time, I’m bringing down my camera…
There’s the desperate housewives wanna bes in their BMWs SUVs. After a long night of shaking their booty at the hottest places in Wildwood, they like to argue trashy romance novels down from a quarter to .15 cents.
The Mexican family, that kindly relieved me of all my unwanted winter and summer clothes.
The white-trash motorcycle gang that was a little too interested in porcelain dolls.
The 90-year-old neighbor we never knew we had.
The bargain hunter who shakily maneuvers his way around the borough on his bicycle accompanied by Mr. Jack Daniels in a brown paper bag.
The Brooklyn bound Caribbean native who left the sale with a TV, a VCR, Funny Girl on VHS, a few of Carl’s old clothes, and a chauffeured ride home. All that for the low low price of $35.95.
Thank goodness this is an annual event.
There’s the desperate housewives wanna bes in their BMWs SUVs. After a long night of shaking their booty at the hottest places in Wildwood, they like to argue trashy romance novels down from a quarter to .15 cents.
The Mexican family, that kindly relieved me of all my unwanted winter and summer clothes.
The white-trash motorcycle gang that was a little too interested in porcelain dolls.
The 90-year-old neighbor we never knew we had.
The bargain hunter who shakily maneuvers his way around the borough on his bicycle accompanied by Mr. Jack Daniels in a brown paper bag.
The Brooklyn bound Caribbean native who left the sale with a TV, a VCR, Funny Girl on VHS, a few of Carl’s old clothes, and a chauffeured ride home. All that for the low low price of $35.95.
Thank goodness this is an annual event.