Yesterday, I went to a garage sale. Yessireee, the fascinating world of bargains and deals. My friend J. told me about this particular sale and we decided to hit the big time. I picked up J. and we arrived ten minutes before the doors opened. We were the second ones in the lineup and J insisted that we stay right there. No waiting in the car for us! Freeze our buns off, if necessary, but this was the perfect spot to ensure we got to the bargains first. The doors opened and we, a bunch of other ladies, and some men, rushed forward to the best looking table. As we tripped over people in our headlong dash, I spottted a lovely ceramic clock. Lovingly, I lifted it up, admired the pretty white flowers, and felt the adrenaline rush. It was mine for the taking! Hm, the price on was $2.00. I offered the lady $1.50. Behind me, I heard a squeaky female voice say, “I’ll give you $3.00 for it.” “Sold’ said the vendor. Now, that got my goat and I turned to give the buyer a piece of my mind. There she was, all 4ft. 6in. of her, smiling broadly, and exclaiming excitedly over her clock as she shuffled away using her walker. Her 80+ years and her positive attitude stopped me in my tracks. So ended my jubilant rush for the bargains on that table!
The next table had mostly clothing and it was mobbed by the mass of people. Finally, I got through but I wasn’t interested in buying clothing. But look at the mess! Clothing all over the place! The next thing I knew, I was folding pants, sweaters, shirts and dresses and putting them in neat little piles. The lookers were grabbing the folded items and rushing to pay the vendor. My, I thought, business is great here and the clothes are quickly disappearing. Suddenly, I realized what I was doing and colour rushed to my cheeks as I sneaked a peak at the very, happy seller. Whew, she hadn’t noticed me afterall. I could get away from there with no one the wiser.
Next was a bake table with lots of goodies. Nothing there for me, all made with sugar! I headed to the side and saw a silent auction table. No bids on anything yet so I quickly made the first bid of $2.00. Off to the next table, which was loaded with good stuff but there was a big red sign “For Auction”. I asked about it and sure enough, there was an actual auction in about 20 minutes. Off to the registration table I went, signed in, and received my #4 auction sign. Auctions are a lot more exciting so I was finished with the garage sale. I found J., who was still busy as a bee, scouting out the best deals. She was equally as excited about the acution and she became #5. Off to the snack table for a hot chocolate, back to the silent auction (where I discovered I was outbid by $20.00) and then a quiet, sitdown while awaiting the auction.
There were gift certificates galore up for auction, coca cola, pepsi, beer, barbecue stuff, gift baskets, and much, much more. My particular interest was the gift certificates. While waiting, I daydreamed about food and wine, overnight stays in various hotels, lovely dinners in restaurants, fancy clothes, and abundant food from the grocery stores. I was poised with my #4 in bright orange paddle by my side. I was a little shy at first and I let the first items slip by me. Then, a $10.00 gift certificate for the bake shop! “We’ll start the bed at $2.oo”, the auctioneer said. Up went my #4, $3.00 from the back, up went #4, $4.00 from the side, I kept #4 raised, $5.00, $6.00, $7.00, and then “Sold to #4, the nice lady in the peach shirt for $7.00. Items were displayed, bids were made, and I was often outbid but I kept at it, raising #4 to bid and lowering it to stop. What fun I had! We were there about 4 hours and I ended up with two more gift certificates, a $25.o0 value for flowers, obtained for $7.00, and a $20.00 value for a Chinese Restaurant for $8.00. What excitement! What fun! What joy! Absolutely loved it!
Did I mention that I returned to the bake table during the auction? No, well let me tell you about that deal. The banana bread was calling me so I decided to buy one at the price of $3.75. Well, the lady told me that she was now selling them for $2.00 each!” Only $2.00, give me 2.” It’s okay about the sugar! I’ll just have to be careful!
So ended my day! I proudly took my bargains home and enjoyed a piece of delicious, homemade, banana loaf!