Garage Sale Results . . .

There were 4 garage sales listed in the local newspaper for today.   At one address, it was obvious that there was no sale goin on.  That happens more often than you might think.  Another had a strange address.  I ended up using my gps to find it.  The gps wanted to take me something like 12 miles north of Bryan.  I knew that wasn't right either, so I skipped than one too.  That left 2 other sales.  One had nothing interesting to me.  An older couple were holding it.  They just sat there, on the comatose side . . . maybe they were cold and bored . . . hard to tell . . . their eyes were open, so I assumed they were concious.  The last sale was like a garage sale I've never experienced.  It was advertised as a moving sale.  It was an old house.  Thought sure I'd run into one of those 'professional organizers' that are on the Hoarder's tv shows.  Yes, it was that bad.  No prices on anything.  Not sure what was for sale or if everything was for sale.  In the front room was an old bar complete with large mirror . . . .   I looked for  Frank and Mike from the American Picker's show, but they hadn't got there yet.  On top of everything else, the place was crawlin with those little, blue-haired ladies and their big white cars.  One lady was purchasing one of those 3-step stepladders.  She set in in the middle of what aisle there was while she waited in line to pay for it, blocking me and a couple other little blue-haired ladies . . .  Could have slept in even later than I did without missing anything . . .