I hate garage sales

So every year our village has a community wide garage sale. It starts on Thursday and lasts until Sunday I beleive. During this time there are umpteen garage sales throughout the village with eager beaver pro hunters out enforce. Where we used to live was right in the thick of it as we were on one of the main thorougfares. However, when we moved last year we ended up on a cul de sac where there is our house and two others. None of us is having a garage sale, yet I am watching the endless stream of cars drive down our road hit the turn around and drive back by. Even when cars see people turning around with the lost looks on their faces because they didnt find a table full of old underwear and baby clothes to fondle through, they still drive down. It convinces me that garage sailors are among the dumbest of the dumb. I don't know what it is that annoys me so much about it, but I swear I am tempted to put up a 4x8 sign at the corner stating that there is no reason to drive down this road as there are no lost treasures to haggle over and no my fricking grill that I have temporarily sitting just outside my garage is not for sale!

I thought that was deliberate. I liked it.

We have a club here that is called The Garage and because of the heavier metal music played along with it's slightly limp wristed clientel it is pronounced "the gayrage"

dont know why I felt the need for that little ditty, I just couldn't get it out my head. Damn garage sailors.

I like garage sales. For every 5 garage sales, there is one with something interesting for a decent price. A lot of the time I look for beer steins.

Well that was elaborate

I love garage/yard sales. A lot. I don't know why, but I really do. 

A buddy and I were tooling about the neighborhood on our longboards when we happened upon a garage sale. We stopped to see what there was, leaving our boards in the yard. A few minutes later, I see some lady and the proprietor of the sale negotiating a price on our boards! The conversation was pretty much as follows: "How much for these?" "Hm, I haven't seen those before. $5 each." Let's just say there was palm-to-face contact...

I'd like garage sales a lot more if I could be bothered to get up early enough to beat the old people to them.

I wish there were more of those sales around here.

While 99.9999% of them are crap, you can always pick up some obscure tool that someone doesn't need anymore.

KBK