It’s been a while since I’ve been out to a garage sale. I did a little Friday night research and found a listing for a sale that included a picture of the cookbooks. It showed a full box and I spied a Pioneer Woman cookbook in there.
I’ll try to snag that one and see what the fuss is all about.
The next morning, as I make my way to the sale I notice this neighborhood is filled with two-story townhomes that are super thin and tightly packed in. Even the road I’m driving on is super thin. I’m not sure this is wide enough to have two cars going in opposite directions. So far, I’m the only one here and the only traffic is homeowners walking their dogs.
I pull up to the address and I see a lot of items in the short driveway and the garage door is open—showing more items in the barely-enough-room-for-one-car space. How do people park their car in there? You’d have to drive a teeny tiny smart car for goodness sake!
I hop out and say hello to the lady holding the sale. I tell her that I saw the picture of cookbooks. She points to a box and I walk over. I see the Pioneer Lady cookbook, but then notice that there are actually three Pioneer Woman cookbooks in there. How did I miss that when I looked at the picture last night?
Oh well. I’ve got about twenty dollars on me, so even if she wants to charge me $5 a book, I can still get all three of them. The biggest challenge would be to figure out what else to pick.
I ask how much she wants for the cookbooks. She thinks about it for a few seconds and then says, “How about five dollars for the box?”
I must have misheard. I say, “five dollars each?”
“No, five dollars for the whole box.”
Okay….
I pulled out a five dollar bill and then loaded the box in the passenger seat of the car. I wished her well and hoped her sale would be busy the rest of the morning. Quietly and quickly, I drove out of the neighborhood.
Did that just happen?