As seen on my street

Apr 23, 2005 18:18

The industrious kids that live cross ways to my apartment building were carrying on that great spring tradition of the garge sale.

No, you read that right. Garge sale.

By investigating their goods, I saw that a garge sale differs from a garage sale in the quality and source of the product you have to offer.

In a garage sale, you would sell clothes you had outgrown, or items from the house you didn't want anymore. You wouldn't be taking the sweater off your back and putting a price tag on it. Nor would you run inside, unplug the lamp in the bay window, and put a price tag on it.

I'm half surprised that the junior miss capitalist who was running the show didn't pull her little brother off the bike he was riding and put that out for sale too.

And the occasional dish of ice cream for supper is a splendid idea. I exercised my mind all afternoon. I'm good for it.

A post for the road. Why Canada is one of the most sensible countries in the world.

local yokels

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