So today I woke up at 7 am to help my mom sell shit at her garage sale. We had a mini-mound out on the driveway. There were tools, a wheel barrow, a tv, a sewing machine, two red tables with umbrellas, two walkers, an old persons shoe with Velcro straps, a record player, jewelry, a vacuum, (as I am typing this, my grandma is telling me about how my mom’s friend brought a platter of cup cakes to her husband’s wake)
clothing, my two fold-up bikes (now Tom is talking about some guy named Mumbles from my grandma’s church), porcelain figurines, a table, and other things.
When Miki and I were in Rhode Island visiting my friend and scoping out places to sell our junk, I bought a bunch of safety pins and needles from this closeout store that we ended up having gold plated. So we had tons of that kind of junk that we tried to sell but at sample sales and shows or whatever. They never went over very well. We tried hawking all these left-overs at thee garage sale and it flew out. Some crazy old lady in a babushcha bought all the safety pins!!
Oh my god! So Tom was showing me and my grandma these channels on the tv that just have music. They are called 70’s, 80’s, etc. So he turned on one channel and then read off all the stuff that was listed on the screen. He would say things like “The Beatles” and “The 60’s” and then the rest of the stuff. It was five of the most painful minutes I have ever had to sit through. It gets worse. Then Tom said he was leaving and then my grandma started saying all this stuff that I had heard 10000 times before, then Tom left. He went out through the garage but I didn’t hear him go up the stairs. They usually creek. SO I started typing for a while, thinking Tom would at least be in his car by then. All of a sudden, the door reopened and he stuck his head in and goes “BIRTHDAY BUDDY!“ We were both born on March 29, him 30 years before me. He mentions it every time he sees me. Each time he does it, it gets more horrifying. This was by far the creepiest and strangest Birthday Buddy encounter.
Backtracking: At the end of the garage sale, this woman showed up in sweat pants with this little yellow paper dog taped to the back. She bought two fake plants, two old pillows, a black spice rack, an ornament, and a pair of shoe laces. She pretty much wanted everything but didn’t have room in her car. So she shopped at our place first, then went across the street to the other garage sale. By the time she got back to pick up her purchases from us, she had bought 3 X’s the amount across the street. Her car was already full and spent at least an hour shuffling things around her red Tempo. She was amazing to watch, mostly cause it looked like she didn’t sweat.. Then once we put out the free table, she JUMPED on that MOFO and took about three times more stuff then she originally had. She took the vacuum and everything else not tied down. She wanted the microwave hard-core but couldn’t fit it in her ride.
Also, we told her the house was for sale. She goes "do you guys mind bad credit?"
JOYCE!!!!!
clothing, my two fold-up bikes (now Tom is talking about some guy named Mumbles from my grandma’s church), porcelain figurines, a table, and other things.
When Miki and I were in Rhode Island visiting my friend and scoping out places to sell our junk, I bought a bunch of safety pins and needles from this closeout store that we ended up having gold plated. So we had tons of that kind of junk that we tried to sell but at sample sales and shows or whatever. They never went over very well. We tried hawking all these left-overs at thee garage sale and it flew out. Some crazy old lady in a babushcha bought all the safety pins!!
Oh my god! So Tom was showing me and my grandma these channels on the tv that just have music. They are called 70’s, 80’s, etc. So he turned on one channel and then read off all the stuff that was listed on the screen. He would say things like “The Beatles” and “The 60’s” and then the rest of the stuff. It was five of the most painful minutes I have ever had to sit through. It gets worse. Then Tom said he was leaving and then my grandma started saying all this stuff that I had heard 10000 times before, then Tom left. He went out through the garage but I didn’t hear him go up the stairs. They usually creek. SO I started typing for a while, thinking Tom would at least be in his car by then. All of a sudden, the door reopened and he stuck his head in and goes “BIRTHDAY BUDDY!“ We were both born on March 29, him 30 years before me. He mentions it every time he sees me. Each time he does it, it gets more horrifying. This was by far the creepiest and strangest Birthday Buddy encounter.
Backtracking: At the end of the garage sale, this woman showed up in sweat pants with this little yellow paper dog taped to the back. She bought two fake plants, two old pillows, a black spice rack, an ornament, and a pair of shoe laces. She pretty much wanted everything but didn’t have room in her car. So she shopped at our place first, then went across the street to the other garage sale. By the time she got back to pick up her purchases from us, she had bought 3 X’s the amount across the street. Her car was already full and spent at least an hour shuffling things around her red Tempo. She was amazing to watch, mostly cause it looked like she didn’t sweat.. Then once we put out the free table, she JUMPED on that MOFO and took about three times more stuff then she originally had. She took the vacuum and everything else not tied down. She wanted the microwave hard-core but couldn’t fit it in her ride.
Also, we told her the house was for sale. She goes "do you guys mind bad credit?"
JOYCE!!!!!
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