Wednesday, September 2, 2009
| Confessions of A Garage Seller: Tales From The Other End |
I'm going away,
So far away.
But you can trust me
When I say
My head and heart
Will be filled
With thoughts of you.
I'll write you letters
With words
That are near and dear
To my heart.
I'll walk every line,
Lick every postage stamp
There is,
There is.
Can't say I'm coming back soon
But I will be baby,
I will be back in your arms.
Rain or shine
I'll be gone
But I'll be yours
And you'll be mine.
<3
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"Those have never been used. They fit you perfectly."
Yes, well, I'm obliged to say that, even though the jeans this one person bought is actually for ladies. And he's a dude. Too bad. He'd only have two choices in the end: to hand the jeans down to a little sister or cut off his favorite appendage. Either way he'd make someone happy, if not himself.
We've been on garage sale duty for three days now. Of course I hardly get active, I'm not a very good business person. If they haggled and asked to buy a pair of patent leather pumps for 20 bucks, I'd probably give it to them. I'm sort of weak in the "saying-no" department... Which I guess also explains half of all the scrapes I ever got myself into. Wink, wink.
It's actually kind of depressing to hand over your things to someone else. Some people even asked if we were selling the clothes we were wearing. Seriously? Can they at least wait? Next time somebody asks, I'm gonna strip off to my underwear and give it to them for free. Lucky bastards.
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Somewhere out there you're dreaming not of me.
♥