I woke up early Saturday morning.  My roommate and the kids were already up making eggs and coffee.  The house was unusually noisy, with sounds of clanging dishes, laughing and running up and down the stairs. It was the day of our garage sale. I got a small stirring in my stomach, as I begin to think about selling my fabulous clothes that were too small, and few pricey knick-knacks here and there that are now collecting dust.  I got up, threw an over-sized sweater and a pair of jeans on. My hair was slicked back in a messy, yet acceptable pony-tail, and I went down to get the last drop of coffee. It was forty degrees outside, and the wind was picking up. The sun was deceptively bright, so I went and exchanged my sweatshirt for a coat and a pair of sunglasses.
As we began loading everything from the garage to the driveway, people were already driving by to take a look at our stuff.  I had a feeling it was going to be a good day, despite the cold. My feeling was wrong.
The first customer that kept driving by, creepily disappeared after her fifth loop around the block. Another couple came by, and started sifting through my beautiful clothes, then tossing them down as if they were worth nothing. This is my house, not the Gap! Some people had no respect, and audibly insulted our items right in front of us.
Another man, one who didn’t speak a lick of English moved as slow as molasses as he sifted, prodded, pinched, and unfolded things. He picked up toy computer and asked if it was a real lap top, even though it was trimmed in thick, hot-orange plastic. After wasting about thirty minutes, he offered $5 for a crib mattress, and wouldn’t take the frame. It was ridiculous. We finally decided to do “power-hour” and price everything for $1.
Still, no one else came. It was like moving all over again.  I had to bring all my dusty items back in the house, and take my $5 to Starbucks, because that was about the only thing I could afford at this point.  It was a pain to put this garage sale together, let alone bring everything back in for a measly $5.
I got in my car, and drove about a half mile down and realised the garage sale sign had blown away. The customers we did get, just happened to driving by.