Just as I had more fun going to the Great Glebe Garage Sale than I thought I would, I had more fun at our own yard sale that I expected. Jenn and I decided to have a yard sale before we moved and coincidentally our neighbourhood was having a big community yard sale day this past Saturday. So, the timing couldn’t be better.

As we sat behind our table, I would wear various hats, mittens, sit in the kneeling chair (yup, we sold it,) pump up the air-mattress or do whatever I thought it would take to sell something. A lot of the stuff went between 8am and 1pm and as we were about to pack the leftovers into the trunk of the car to take to the Goodwill, this odd lady stopped by. She stopped her car in the street in front of our house, without bothering to pull over and she didn’t turn the car off. She told us that she just had to have an empty wine bottle we were using to demonstrate what a wire wine bottle and glass holder was. We misunderstood and thought she wanted the rack, but no, the bottle was what she wanted. But really she should take the rack too. Oh, and there were a few tins that she just had to have. Oh, and this too, and that too. At this point, I was starting to think she might be a little crazy, but Jenn was still selling her anything she wanted. After she bought $20 worth of stuff, we started giving her stuff, and then we just helped her to get going.

Oh yeah, and then I puked—three times—burger and fries (from a chip truck) puke. You know, part of the whole migraine experience.

PS: Happy 100th Birthday, Jean-Paul Sartre—not that it should mean anything to you.