“How much for the trunk?” I asked.
It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and I had spent much of the day at the park. My wife, Jamie, was spending the day with her sister, Sharon, who was visiting for the week. I had the day to myself. Late in the day, the sun was starting to go down and I got in my car to drive home. For whatever reason, that day I decided to take a different route home. As I was driving down the city streets, and admiring the homes, I noticed that there were signs for a yard sale all along my route. When I finally passed the house, and saw the multitude of old items on the front lawn, I had to stop and take a look.
Most of the stuff was junk, but there were a few things that I thought I could use. A bookcase that would go well in my basement. A set of drinking glasses. And this trunk, which would make a great coffee table.
“Ten bucks,” the guy said.
“I’ll give you seven for it.”
“Done. You want me to help you get it to your car?” |