It was a darn cold day to have a garage sale. I wore three layers of clothes and got the mits out for the first time of the season. No s— but drizzle and a cold wind.
But people came. One guy told us he had prior plans to be on the golf course but figured that garage saling was a better way to spend his Saturday morning. Imagine that – a guy that would rather go to garage sales with his wife than freeze his buns out on the golf course!
I don’t know how my aunnt got all the stuff we had in that garage into her one bedroom apartment. We have about twelve baskets (oops -boxes) left over still.