Garage Saling

Garage saling is my favorite thing to do on a Saturday morning. Possibly my favorite thing to do on any morning, for that matter. Waking up is exciting because you never know what you might find for a dollar. I like to get up around 6:3o, take a quick shower, and head over to the corner UDF. There I buy a 50 cent Enquirer, take some cash out of the ATM, and Aaron pops over to Bruggers to rustle up some bagels. The bagels generally cost more than anything else we buy that day (but are a necessary staple). As an aside, though, Brueggers seriously needs to step up their bagel-slicing technique. It generally looks like they're trying to slaughter a cow when they cut the bagel. Brutal.

Anyway, so I get my newspaper and some money. We throw back some poorly-sliced bagels while I read the paper in the car, and then YAY!!! off we go, in search of the perfect garage sale.

Perhaps it's more like off I go in search of the perfect garage sale, and Aaron comes along to keep me company.

Now, I have a very clear idea of what the perfect garage sale is, and while I could write on this topic for hours, I won't bore you. I'm saving it for a book. (I'm serious.) I will just say that it is big, varied, and the sellers have no idea what anything they have is worth. And I am the only one there. The kind of garage sale that you have to put fake "decoy" garage sale signs up at other houses to fool the other salers. THAT, my friends, would be Saturday morning bliss.

I have realized that this is approximately my 20th year garage saling, and I figure that I'm as much an expert as anyone. I am a self-proclaimed authority on all things garage saling. Wait for the book. You'll see.