What's in your garage?

I found a couple of garage sales while I was out and about on Saturday. I've never been to a garage sale, but I figured the nicer the neighborhood probably meant the nicer the items for sale. Boy was I wrong.

At first glance I saw a weed eater and a big box of books. Perfect, I thought. I hate paying full price for books. And David has been wanting a gas weed eater to take care of our weed filled ditch on the side of our house for awhile now.

I parked my car while another lady was pulling up to the sale. She jumped out of her car as if it were a race. I thought it was strange but I let it go. I walked to the bin of books - all romance novels. Not just romance novels, but novels with heavy nudity on the cover. I was embarrassed that I even walked over to the box of porn books. I couldn't imagine how the sellers felt. So I walked over to the table of junk. Snow globes from all over the country, a playboy bunny ice tray, a used ceiling fan, used dish towels, and a lampshade shaped like a leg were all found on this table of junk. And that lady that raced me when I arrived would grab everything I touched or even looked at. I wanted to say "You can have the playboy bunny ice tray".

Finally I asked the seller if there was something wrong with the weed eater. He walked over to it as if it was the first time he looked at it and said the gas bubble thing was cracked, but he'd still sale it to me for $5. Sure, buddy. I'll buy your trash for $5.

I went to another sale in the same neighborhood and found just as much random crap as the first sale. I began to think garage sales tell a lot about a family. I wonder what our garage sale would tell about us? I don't think I want to find out.