One man's crap is another man's crap...

Just got notice today that our "Community Yard Sale" is comin' up.

Remind me to be out of the country.

Experience has taught me that the idea of havin' a yard sale is always better

than actually having the yard sale.

First, you have to decide WHAT you want to sell. And if you're married,

that includes NEGOTIATION and RATIONALIZATION.

Hey, maybe I wanna keep my copy of  "Top Gun", and besides, maybe VHS tapes will make a comeback.

If your wife doesn't wanna sell it, it doesn't get sold.

If YOU don't wanna sell it, don't blink.

This is called "compromise".

And the most common price for anything is 10 cents. That's too much for some folks.

"I'll give ya 9 cents."

At that point I've got no choice but to mess with 'em...

"I won't take a penny over 8 cents!!!"

They ponder this. "Uh....well, er.....Never mind."

We once had an Elvis impersonator show up and ask if I had any of the King's stuff.

"No sir. Sorry I can't help you."

"Well, thank yew. Thank yew veeerrrrrry much..."  (Note: Not all Elvis impersonators are guys)

We once had a packet of glitter stolen. I know it was stolen because the packet was sliced open

and the contents were gone. WHO STEALS GLITTER?!?!?.....(Hmmmmm. Now that I

think of it, I seem to recall Cher was in concert that weekend...)

And then there's that odd feelin' you get when people look at your crap like it's....crap.

"Hey, you can't call my crap crap, only I can call my crap crap!!!"

When my parents moved in an effort to downsize in their retirement, they decided to have

a yard sale.  Put an ad in the paper that clearly stated that it would start at 7am.  Folks started

showing up at 5:30...There wasn't a price marked on anything. Above the furor I can

still hear my mother's wail..."Calm down everyone! No reasonable offer will be forgiven!!!..."

I think Mom said exactly what she meant...