So I had a little moving sale at the ole Vinyl Village this morning. As the old Honey and I were cleaning out the place, I put a price tag on anything that would stand still, reasoning quite correctly that people will buy anything.
And they did.
Half empty bottles of spray paint.
A dog harness for a woman who wanted to walk her cats.
A copy of “Waiting To Exhale” to a woman who got back into her car and put her oxygen tube in. (Am I wrong for finding that hilarious?)
Two ugly ties to a woman who was buying them as a birthday gift for her husband.
A wax toilet ring to a man who said “Ya never know when you’ll need one of these.” (are there many occasions for needing a new toilet ring?)
And, highlight of the day, the woman who bought my house and her daughter stopped by. Turns out their baby sitter lives in my neighborhood and the way the house was decorated was their top selling point. The little girl (maybe two or three years old) told me “This is my new house!”