One day we went to a garage sale back in the boonies. A gentleman was in charge, they weren’t real organized. Nothing was marked I suppose if you drove a fancy car they charged more or perhaps they were lazy garage salers. There was a sign that said most things 25 to 50 cents. Well ok.
I kept asking him the price of “stuff.” There were two hat boxes, he said they are 50 cents each. I told him fine I will take them. I kept piling stuff on his table…THEN…his wife came out… UFFDA.
She wanted more for her “stuff” she was angry that he quoted the wrong prices…loudly she said “I told you I wanted more for those hat boxes.” He shook his head and said “I already told her a price.” She got very angry… God forbid that someone stroke out over hat boxes. I said “Forget the boxes.” She grabbed them off the table and marched them back to the shelf.
You could tell the gentleman was embarrassed…but I just wanted to avoid a knock-down drag-out fight or WW3. I am certain she gave him the “what for” after we left. I felt kinda sorry for him. Far Guy said “She is a piece of work.”
I found this little Homes For Sale sign there…a perfect replacement for the Easter Bunny that has been on this wreath since before Easter. It was 25 cents.