I've only held one garage sale in my life.
It went like this....
I took a couple days off work.
I spent hours and hours doing the following~
*cleaning my garage and covering things that were not for sale.
*hauling out tables, digging through boxes in storage.
*sorting through clothes, toys and miscellaneous junk.
*folding, more sorting, pricing.
Then stood there for 2 1/2 days while strangers did the following~
*they riffled through my stuff.
*they unfolded and tossed things all over.
*they insulting me by saying that 25 cents was too much for that dress my 6 month old only wore once.
*they relentlessly haggling with me on things that were priced for 50 cents and less.
In the end I made a hundred bucks.
Then I had to haul all the unsold stuff to Goodwill.
It was torture.
I figured if I had worked my normal nursing shifts I would have made multiple times the money I made at my sale. And I could have just donated all the stuff and saved myself a lot of work and grief.
That's what I did from then on.
So when the garage sales happen in my neighborhood I just go about my business and try to be patient.
Yes, patient. Because we all know what it's like when there are garage sales in your neighborhood. All these perfectly normal people come into your neighborhood and instantly turn into "bargain-hunting-neck-craning-not-paying-attention-to-where-they-are-driving-can't get-to-the-next-house-fast-enough" bad drivers.
That's what was happening this morning when I went out to take Ace for a walk. Not only were people driving distracted but they were parking all over the place.
And this is where Perennial Pete comes in. If you don't know Pete or need to refresh your memory you can go HERE HERE and HERE oh and HERE
As you remember...
Pete doesn't like people to park in front of his property.
Pete likes to yell at people when they park in front of his property.
Pete insists on calling the police when he doesn't feel people are listening to him when they are parked in front of his property.
And that was how it went for Pete today.
Some of my neighbors were NOT amused.
The police were NOT amused.
I heard all about it today and started to get a little angry at Pete.
Then this evening I was sitting on my front porch relaxing when I saw Pete opening his gate across the street.
He yelled over to me "Do you want to come over and see the peonies?" (I haven't talked to him since the last time I blogged about him).
And so I went over.
I introduced Ace to Pete.
We went on a mini tour of his property and looked at all the blooming tree peonies. He has them in every color you can imagine. Multiple shades of red, pink, white, purple, and yellow (I didn't know the color of yellow even existed).
We talked and he picked me a bouquet of lilacs and quizzed me some more on my knowledge of herbs which I was about 50/50 this time.
I think we can find something in common.
We both hate garage sales.
I've decided that I like Pete.