I’m not going to either sale, because I won’t be able to read either sign from my car.This is my pet peeve, people who write their garage sale flyer in a paper plate in ball point pen. Or pencil!Looked good on the kitchen table, totally unreadable from 20 feet away!
Corner of First Avenue and Second avenue, Crustwood is odd in many ways. Which way does Third Avenue go, parallel to third street and perpendicular to 3rd Avenue which crosses 2cnd avenue a block over?
First, any dog missing from a home in Crustwood has earned the name Lucky. Wherever he ends up has got to be better than surviving on a stingy ration of dead stock Chinese dog food from Thrifty Dollar. Can you imagine the frustration of anticipating table scraps from the likes of the Penny’s? That house hasn’t see a leftover since food poisoning hit Ma half way through the Thanksgiving meal, and she let fly from both ends. Burl has done Lucky a favor by covering up the missing poster, thus giving him a greater head start and a fighting chance of reaching a better life in either a research facility or a war dog training center. Godspeed, Lucky. .So it’s time once again for a Penny Manor yard sale, an event eagerly awaited by those who appreciate Paint-By-Number clown depictions, as well as those who were foolish enough to loan Burl a tool and who will attend, hoping against hope that his near total lack of hand-eye coordination and his chronic inertia will move him to try to sell something he will never exert himself to use. They are out of luck. Burl may be slack in many aspects of mental gymnastics, but he has a fine memory for what he has purloined from where and never commits a gaffe like having the powdered industrial hand cleaner from work out in the bathroom when his district manager comes to dinner. .Burl and Joy are adept yard sale operators. They are acutely aware of the sort of swindlers who will try to do them out of their goods for next to nothing. Burl is particularly offended when, for instance, someone offers him two dollars for the old office Mr. Coffee for which he paid $20 out of U Store-It petty cash. It is plain attempted thievery to make such an offer that implies that it might not be functional when Burl knows the scoundrel hasn’t even discovered that it leaks. .Since few people share their fine taste and keen sense of value, they never sell very much. No matter. The U Store-It offers a “first month free” deal, and Burl simply creates a new customer identity each month so he always has a unit for his own use. They would have been giving away the use of it free for that month anyway, so the company isn’t really out anything.
Last Rose Of Summer Premium Member about 9 years ago
I’m not going to either sale, because I won’t be able to read either sign from my car.This is my pet peeve, people who write their garage sale flyer in a paper plate in ball point pen. Or pencil!Looked good on the kitchen table, totally unreadable from 20 feet away!
mikie2 about 9 years ago
Pet peeve of mine, placing private signs on public property without a permit—and as Orben observes, not taking them down. Visual pollution.
Sangelia about 9 years ago
Around here, garage sale signs are on posterboards mounted on sticks that have been shoved into the ground.
llong65 about 9 years ago
most states putting signs on poles is against the law.
imnormal about 9 years ago
Corner of First Avenue and Second avenue, Crustwood is odd in many ways. Which way does Third Avenue go, parallel to third street and perpendicular to 3rd Avenue which crosses 2cnd avenue a block over?
MeGoNow Premium Member about 9 years ago
First, any dog missing from a home in Crustwood has earned the name Lucky. Wherever he ends up has got to be better than surviving on a stingy ration of dead stock Chinese dog food from Thrifty Dollar. Can you imagine the frustration of anticipating table scraps from the likes of the Penny’s? That house hasn’t see a leftover since food poisoning hit Ma half way through the Thanksgiving meal, and she let fly from both ends. Burl has done Lucky a favor by covering up the missing poster, thus giving him a greater head start and a fighting chance of reaching a better life in either a research facility or a war dog training center. Godspeed, Lucky. .So it’s time once again for a Penny Manor yard sale, an event eagerly awaited by those who appreciate Paint-By-Number clown depictions, as well as those who were foolish enough to loan Burl a tool and who will attend, hoping against hope that his near total lack of hand-eye coordination and his chronic inertia will move him to try to sell something he will never exert himself to use. They are out of luck. Burl may be slack in many aspects of mental gymnastics, but he has a fine memory for what he has purloined from where and never commits a gaffe like having the powdered industrial hand cleaner from work out in the bathroom when his district manager comes to dinner. .Burl and Joy are adept yard sale operators. They are acutely aware of the sort of swindlers who will try to do them out of their goods for next to nothing. Burl is particularly offended when, for instance, someone offers him two dollars for the old office Mr. Coffee for which he paid $20 out of U Store-It petty cash. It is plain attempted thievery to make such an offer that implies that it might not be functional when Burl knows the scoundrel hasn’t even discovered that it leaks. .Since few people share their fine taste and keen sense of value, they never sell very much. No matter. The U Store-It offers a “first month free” deal, and Burl simply creates a new customer identity each month so he always has a unit for his own use. They would have been giving away the use of it free for that month anyway, so the company isn’t really out anything.