Saturday, May 16, 2009

Yard Sale Aftermath

I sell the Pasta Maker!

I have been threatening to get rid of it since the day the DNB bought it, 7 years ago.

"One day I'm going to really really want to make pasta, and I'm not going to be able to," he has warned dramatically every time I've tried to slip it into the overnight bags of people who come to stay with us. Or pay our neighbors to take it.

But this time, I win!

The DNB prices it high, the same amount he bought it for years ago, in the hopes that no one will want it. But he underestimates the Power of Crap, and when I see My New Favorite Person approach to pay full asking price for the thing I have to restrain myself from embracing him gratefully.

"I feel like I need to give you a certificate of achievement," I tell him. My New Favorite Person looks at me curiously.

"I hope you really enjoy that," the DNB says, with longing in his voice.

"Thanks," My New Favorite Person replies. "I hope I use it once or twice."

"That'll be once or twice more than he's ever used it," I say, nodding at the DNB and hurrying to bag it up before anyone changes their mind.

The item paid for and gone, I lean back in my chair. "Well this yard sale's been quite a success."

1 comment:

K said...

Oh ... if only you had seen this article BEFORE your yard sale.


-- K