Our little neighborhood of Lake Yvette planned a community garage sale for this fine Saturday morning. Eagerly I joined the ranks of those willing to participate. Gamely I priced some of the treasures (junk) that we moved from Illinois to Florida a little over a year ago.
I’d forgotten that the roofers were coming this morning. They were supposed to have come on Thursday, but we had rain so they rescheduled. Now there are nail guns hammering to the mind-numbing tune of an air compressor, not to mention a truck partially blocking my driveway.
Here I sit, surrounded by treasures (junk). People stop and look for a few minutes before saying something like, “How do you stand this racket?”
I answer, “Huh?”
Then they leave.
I’ve taken in $3. My portion of the ad was $10. My signs cost $7. Only $14 until I break even.
Peace, people!
Oh, Studly Doright is on the golf course, I get 100% of the profits. How much is 100% of nothing?
Praying for Eyebrowz 
I am sure The Apprentice is crying out for your business acumen. LOL
LikeLiked by 1 person
Believe it or not the phone hasn’t rung a single time.
LikeLike
I am shocked… has someone Trumped you to it?? 😉
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m shocked as well. Doggone Donald.
LikeLike
I have an image in my head of this happening and it’s making me laugh! Please tell me you were sitting on a wobbly chair looking out at the road for potential customers !
LikeLiked by 1 person
Not only that but every time a car came around the curve I’d jump up and wave. It was quite pathetic.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Love it! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person