May Garage Sales . . .

The first weekend of May brought some pretty vicious garage sales. I spotted some Pyrex bowls while walkin up the drive and had to fight the urge to run. If I run or even walk fast, those dreaded little white haired ladies seem to know what I'm lookin for and get in my way.  So I nonchalantly parked myself in front of them and inspected them. One of those dreaded, little blue-haired ladies spotted them too. She was lookin over my shoulder, well maybe more under my shoulder cause she was on the short side of things, but not so little. I decided to buy all 5. That lady with just a 'hint' of sarcasm asked me if I was takin up cookin. I said yep.

At the next sale, the garage door went up as I parked. It was a 'bum rush' to the garage. If there had been 'Baltimore Like' police lines they would have retreated too. I made sure I was in the second wave.   One lady started grabbing bowls. I'm thinkin she knew they were there, They weren't the kind I was interested in. I did find a piece of Corning Ware hidden behind a box.
Sometimes I wish my HS had football way back then. That way I would know how to block and play off blocks . . . .

Then there was a neighborhood garage sale . . . The newspaper ad said they were to begin at 8 AM.  I was walkin up the drive of one at about 7:50.  It was all set up.  I could see the cash box on the table.  They guy standing there said he wasn't open till 8 and to come back.  I've had people not open the garage door till exactly 8 or 9, but I've never had anyone run me off when they were all set up.  

Sales were very scarce last weekend.  Only 5 or 6 in town.  Nothing to buy and one of those dreaded, little blue-haired ladies was in top form.  It was a two car garage and that means a fairly wide drive.  She was a bit ahead of me while we were leaving.  She was taking her good old time going to her full size, light color Buick, Chevy or Ford.  That's what they all drive, so they can clog up the streets easier.  Anyway, since I don't exactly take my time at these things, I tried to get around her.  I couldn't!  It is like they have eyes in the back of their heads.  Which ever direction I would head to, so would she block me.  I wonder if Kylie Irving, with his hesitation dribble would have any luck . . . .