This one was for a rebate from BEDS, BATHS and BEYONDS:
Sorry, its not about being upset. But hopefully it upset someone else.
It worked and I got my $10.
Heres one that showed up in my mailbox on a Tuesday. Seems like my neighbors were a little upset with me. Sorry I like to party.
Ok, I know, its stupid. I'll be posting more letters about being upset soon. I just have to write them. But in the mean time heres some new stuff about yardsales:
So I had a yardsale behind a roadsweeper:
(worst yardsale ever)
I had a yard sale and it didn't really go that great, not too many people showed up but I sold a few things. So check this out:
I had some baseball cards on display next to the plates table at my yardsale and some bozo with his nerd girlfriend started looking at things. He asked me how much I wanted for the baseball cards so I pulled out my Becket Baseball Card Monthly price guide magazine and did the whole thing telling him a ball park about how much they are worth and i'll give him a nice deal because they are in good shape but the price guide is based on grades around 8. I'm talking Frank Robinsons, Mickey Mantles, Al Kalines, Willie Stargels, Warren Spahns, Brooks Robinsons, and all those sweet old school hall of famers dudes.
Lets put it this way, if I walked across a yard sale with these cards I woulda puked my shorts and flipped a couple tables over. Than found the dude who was running the yardsale and instantly thrown him into a head lock saying over and over how much I love him and how awesome he is. Than I woulda gotten his cell phone # and told him he has two options. Meet me at the bar and grill down the street after the yardsale or I'll go to the store and grab a 30 pack and we'll sit in his basement after the yardsale drinking beers, smoking butts, laughing and playing songs on his guitar. Either way were hanging out and becoming great friends, maybe even schedule a trip to Vegas together or help each other move, or maybe both. Ya never know. And than the guy gets too drunk one night and says/does some very weird stuff and we never talk again. Oh well.
Unfortunately none of that happened.
Anyways, I tell the kid like $5 for a couple cards, and the kid basically shrugged his shoulders and asked my how much for the mesh table that holds the plates. I told him $5 and he bought it.
So as he and his goon girlfriend load up the table into their car across the street I say kinda low "What an idiot that kid was, he coulda had a Mickey Mantle card for $5, instead he's loading some asshole table into his car, what a retard"
So I think the kid heard me cause I saw him make a quick step back towards the yardsale but his girlfriend said something and they got back in the car. She probably said something about how he would get jacked up. Good thing buddy.
To bad he didn't come back to my yardsale, I would blasted him.
But it all turned out pretty cool because I got to play a couple songs for my friends in front of the roadswiper:
thats my friend greg playing a song about a roadsweeper.
Heres greg again playing a song about sweatshorts, yardsales on wide sidewalks with american flags on the corner and flip flops & cargo shorts. At one point an old lady pulled over and told him to stop. She didn't even hear the song and she wanted him to stop. I was kinda pissed but Greg didn't care, he kept on playing. Atta boy Greg.But I do know know one thing, if you have a yardsale, sell jewelry, old watches and guitars, because thats what the wierdos want. I bet if I had my guns and swords on display they would have gone nuts. Maybe next time. Ya right, maybe not next time. Theres no way i'm selling those things, they rule.
Note: Is it really a yardsale if its on a sidewalk?
