I've never been to one.
I've never been to THIS one. I've been meaning to hit up some garage sales because I have a few things in mind that I would like.
I want a vintage sled. The wood slat kind.
I want vintage looking suitcases.
I want a vintage wagon.
Most of them for photography props so when I heard about this huge sale close to where I live, I was all in.
I invited friends. I put cash in my wallet (This is RARE my friends, very rare!), lifted the double stroller into the trunk... and set off.
I arrived right after the public opening and saw a woman walk out with the cutest child rocker I have EVER seen.
She paid $20 to get in early. People mean business.
I was excited. I was fist pumping like a Jersey Shore member. I was going to score sweet goods and not break the bank. I was going to be a garage sale hero.
Then I got inside. The stroller wouldn't fit down the isles. I got hit with someone's cane. I got dirty looks and was for sure the youngest adult there.
Then I got the real sass, "I can't BELIEVE you brought your kids!" She looked back and me and grunted in disgust, "Can you even FIT down any of the isles?!"
Uhhhh.
And just as she was about to walk away she added, "I don't even have any WORDS!"
She must have been in her mid-eighties.
And clearly she had words.
It was like retirement home meets Mean Girls and I was the joke.
Next time I'm leaving the stroller and bringing a cane.
