Yard Sale

There are few who could deny that the yard sale orchestrated by Mr. and Mrs. Winthrop went on without a hitch. The yard sale opened promptly at 8 am and Mr. and Mrs. Winthrop could be found standing behind a table at exactly 8. Not a minute late. And both of their faces were bright with smiles. Mr. and Mrs. Winthrop were ready to sell their life away. The first customers didn't arrive until well after 8:10. This left almost ten minutes of anxiety. Said Mr. Winthrop, "We sure were nervous." Said Mrs. Winthrop, "We thought no one would come." But people did come. Mr. and Mrs. Winthrop estimated fifteen, in fact.

Treasures were found and smiles were found in those treasures. Mrs. Eileen Cassidy, for instance, found an ashtray. There were candlesticks and wrenches and quilts and old pictures and records and an array of wonderful artifacts. Some items were even unidentifiable. One could only describe a few pieces as something once shiny now covered in hard, blackened oil residue. These were only a nickel, though.

And, of course, there was bargaining. Mr. Jerome Needlemeyer talked the Winthrops down from thirty-five cents to a quarter and walked away with an almost brand-new cupboard handle. Mrs. Myrtle Standich enjoyed the conversation as much as the yard sale itself. And the best part was that the conversation and atmoshphere were free. So too was the lemonade that Mrs. Winthrop had made, which at first tasted freshly squeeze, but in actuality was just a heavily sugared powdered mix that you could buy at any grocery store or gas station.

Friends and family and old stuffed animals. There's no better way to spend a day.