The Sale

We purchased two parking spaces' worth of space at a community yard sale set for May 1 to try to unload our crap on the unsuspecting Southeast Missouri populace.

We loaded up Sugar Bear's truck — twice — and hauled our boxes downtown.

The Badger had had the idea of a mystery box sale, in which we leave all the boxes sealed and sell them at amazing rock-bottom prices. As it turned out, people didn't want to do that. So we compromised. We opened all the boxes and let them see what was inside, but if they wanted any one item in a box, they had to buy the whole box.

Between our low, low prices and The Badger's wheeling and dealing, we left that sale with only a CRT TV and a pair of crutches left unsold. The crutches were donated to Goodwill, which wouldn't take the TV because they said no one would want it. After that small hit to our self-esteem, we unceremoniously dumped it in a Dumpster.



There was NO WAY we were taking anything back into that house.

Items that we didn't want that didn't make it to the sale because they wouldn't fit on the truck were given away or sold via social media.

Another big obstacle was out of the way.