hey y’all!
wish i could stay on top of my junking trips and keep them all blogged up for you. seems i’m always running behind. almost wednesday and i’m just now getting to last weekend’s adventure.
the FAGs set off early saturday morning (8:30, that’s early for us). had a semi-agenda of which sales we’d hit and jannetta brought along her trusty GPS (that annoying, bossy, know-it-all woman who tells me where to go (!!) … “turn left then turn left then turn left.” geeeezzz!!)
but she (we call her the “GPS bitch” … or “miss thang” if we’re feeling charitable) did help us out a time or two. other times, she had us going in circles … over and over again. sheesh. you’d think three grown women would know better. “recalculating” she kept saying.
recalculate THIS, miss thang. arghhh.
anyhow, first stop (after the circling) was a little rummage sale put on by the east trimmier community center. normally, i don’t name names. however, i feel it is my duty to do so this time, in the manner of “yardsale bloodbath” (this blog is a HOOT. you should click over there … AFTER you read mine.)
it was a smallish affair, some furniture on the outside, a bbq grill smoking away with brisket (YUMMY) and a sweet old dog running around the grounds. inside there were several tables covered in your assorted yard sale crap. nothing spectacular. two or three women were roaming around, apparently running the show.
i quickly sorted out that i wouldn’t be buying anything, but since jannetta and bonnie were still looking, i tried to amuse myself with the junk. as it happens, jannetta found a little geegaw that she wanted; a wooden piece that she’d use in her laundry room. how much? 75 cents. sold! jannetta paid the lady and we took our leave.
we were seriously considering buying some of that yummy-smelling brisket, but as we were walking down the front steps to leave, one of the women inside came running after us.
“excuse me! did you PAY for that item?!” she yelled at jannetta.
oh. my. gawd. she did NOT just ask that question.
jannetta replied, “yes i did. i’m not a thief!”
by the time i processed the situation (my brain is often foggy and cob-webbed), it was over. but i turned around and said, “how insulting!”
geez. great comeback. of course, after the fact we thought of all manner of things we could have said. or done. but you know what they say about hindsight. 20/20 blahblahblah something.
so we didn’t get any brisket. but we did get an apology from a DIFFERENT lady. she was working the sale and told us she was sorry for how we were treated. she had overheard it all. it helped, but our feathers were pretty much ruffled by then. being accused of stealing (ANYthing, much less something at a yard sale for 75 cents) really is … well … insulting.
they obviously did not realize with whom they were dealing: the FAGs. yard sale aficionados, veterans of the junk wars. we have seen it all, bought it all, sold it all, lived it all. we have no desire or need to steal a 75 cent laundry sign.
having said that, i am happy to have shared our experience at the EAST TRIMMIER COMMUNITY CENTER in KILLEEN, TEXAS with all my blogland buddies.
don’t. mess. with. the. FAGs.
okay, on a positive note, as we were leaving said sale, we saw the funniest sight. my bad, my very bad for not having my camera in tow. just across the little country highway (a very small two-lane job) there were four cows, all lined up in a row, as if they were watching the sale. but they were smelling and watching the bbq grill, smoking away with the delicious smell of … their brother? cousin? friend?! yikes! it was sooo funny. a priceless picture. and i missed it. damn camera-less FAG that i am.
we made the yard sale rounds that morning … from east trimmier to belton lake to belton proper. met a few v. nice folks and found even more treasures/bargains. oddly enough, i didn’t buy all that much. usually my junk takes up most of the space in my trunk. this time bonnie and jannetta found more than i did.
whatever. it’s not the junk that counts. it’s the fun and fellowship of friends.
and getting even.
love and hugs to all,
terry lee
the yard sale pics are scarce so i added some random things around my house … enjoy!
miss terry leeeeeeee……i will not allow you and your FAGS to grace a yardsale if i have one….i KNOW you will short me 50 cents or something and i’ll have to call the military police and get those pot sniffing drug dogs to search your purses for lurking lavendre sashes, rose petal soaps, and smelly cinnamon candles. they will have to handcuff you in tulle covered handcuffs and make sure your prison cell has very sweet pink rose sheets covering those old scary ticking mattresses. tell them you want the cottage inspired cell and insist on hot coffee in a pretty rose mug and prison clothes that are soft and pink. hmmmmm…..you ladies…..always causing a ruckus. bet you shorted that yard sale attendee 5 cents on that 5 cent saucer…..always trying to save a penny.
i’m kidding of course. i can’t believe somebody came running after you. that is a shame. oh well…gives you something funny to talk about. your post was so funny. you make me laugh.
i have a HUGE bag of pink oddness for you and a bike. you will have to come visit me or i can bring them to you.
my house is thinning out.
i want to junk….
my kids are driving me crazy….
aaaaahhhhhh
take care
sue
I can’t believe ANYONE would even have the NERVE to question the honesty of the wonderfully experienced and well mannered FAGS…as an honorary FAG, I am also very insulted!!! Nice shout out though to the sale site! Haha. Everything looks lovely in the foyer and front living room…you always make everything so pretty around here…..Love you Mom…:-)