Apr 05, 2008 04:10
Rummage sale season is creaping up like a mother fucker.
Not that I "need" anything.
What I need is another hole in my head.
Every so often one can find some nice Crap stuff, amid other peoples garabage. There are self-help groups for people who frequent such affairs, usually, and it has been my expireince, at these modern "AA" meetings, the self-help is usually helping one find the next sale, or getting home that piece of furniture you just had to have.
Even in this day and age of "buyers", Ebay'rs, Dealers, collectors, ect. every so often one can run into that nice little old lady with tons of vintage clothing, and tacky 1950's kitch, that she's selling for a whole quarter!! Those are the good days. The excellent days are finding that huge rubber made container full of legos, for 20 bucks. But I so degress...
I'm a gambling man. Knowing our "unit" will be realitively slow this weekend, I'm planning my attack for the morning hours. Chances are I'll attempt to swing by the Ronald McDonald House to check out the sale. From there it will either be a quick run to the GYM (which I need to go), and/or yoga at Barefoot Yoga studio which starts at 10:00. Problem being: I left my yoga pants at home 8-(. I could always throw my scrubs on, and no one would know the difference. I really need to support Dawn through this endevor.
Of course with it being rummage sale year, I'm going have to put up with that Shady Lady who is out for legos for resale. Its not that I hate her, she is a two faced shady beotch, that doesn't play by the established rules. And for that: a house should fall on her head.
O well....
I usually hit the sales on Thrus, and on the South End of town, because A) she can't rummage on Thrusdays, and B) I'm closer to the south end, than she is. NA na na
thrift,
crap