throw it away

that is my response when my parent's say we are having a yard sale.
i get so offended when we have them;
despite the fact that i chose to give away the items, i get upset when i see someone pick up it up then throw it down. don't they know that shirt was all the rage last spring?!
another reason: i can't haggle.
my straight-talkin', italian mouth suddenly leaves me alone and i end up letting that woman walk away with a banana republic blazer for 1.50.

we had a yard sale this past week...

my dad made the day much more bearable by sitting on the recliner we were selling (which people didn't know was for sale because he was sitting on it...) modeling different items every fifteen minutes saying, "red light special!" in an chinese accent. yeah, don't ask...

when he took a break from scaring away the customers this is how i dealt with it.

so yeah, i guess i do like yard sales.

if by yard sales you mean me lounging in the sun drinking a blue raspberry icee.