Around here, I see a lot of garage sales with one little old lady, and one table, with a table cloth, full of dishes. They aren’t really having a garage sale, they are having a social, just to have somebody to talk to. Sorta sad, really.
Being a guy, unless I see shiny and/or square stuff from the street, or real wood furniture, I don’t even stop the car. If all I see is kid stuff and lumpy piles of colors not found in nature, I barely even slow down. I probably miss some hidden treasures that way, but you can only make so many stops before burnout sets in.
Around here, I see a lot of garage sales with one little old lady, and one table, with a table cloth, full of dishes. They aren’t really having a garage sale, they are having a social, just to have somebody to talk to. Sorta sad, really. Being a guy, unless I see shiny and/or square stuff from the street, or real wood furniture, I don’t even stop the car. If all I see is kid stuff and lumpy piles of colors not found in nature, I barely even slow down. I probably miss some hidden treasures that way, but you can only make so many stops before burnout sets in.