One Man's Trash ...

Over the weekend, we had a huge blowout garage sale. We sold a bunch of crap. Stuff that has been sitting in the basement for years. We sold it in an effort to create space in the basement for a play room for the kids. Old crap out. New crap in. We sold a bunch of stuff, and there was a bunch of stuff that we didn't sell.
The stuff we didn't sell, ended up on the curb, for the garbage truck. Very little of what was on the curb Sunday night made it to the garbage truck Monday morning. We had a stuff like; three very large chairs, four or five speakers, two printers that didn't work, a small 40-year-old bar, a 20-year-old weight bench. Stuff that noone would buy, for 75 cents at the yard sale, but on the curb people think they've found something worth more than 75 cents.
People are funny at garage sales. "Does this small vacuum you are selling for $1 work? I mean does it work good?"
"Yes it works. It is the greatest thing I've ever purchased. It breaks my heart to part with it. But, since you ask such inciteful questions and I can tell you are intested in the piece, and I like you. You can have it for 25 cents. I know it will go to a good home. Happy sucking!"
Fast forward to Sunday night. It is a beautiful night. All day weather was great. Every window in the house is open. We've put all the crap on the curb. We've counted our cash. And we've just finished giving the kids a bath. My son's room in the front of the house with a great view of the pile of crap for the garbage truck. Tiernan finishes he bath and he walks naked into his room, I am right behind him with a towel. As we walk in we can see that some scavenger is picking through the pile of junk. I say, under my breath, "Great, this jackass will take all our junk. Where were you three hours ago, when you could have paid me for that crap?"
Tiernan hears me, and runs naked over to the window and yells, "Jackass!! Get away from our crap!"
I am laughing too hard to stop him. The scavenger looks around all guilty, but sees nobody. My laughter just encouages Tiernan. "Don't take our crap. Hey you, jackass. That's our crap. Get away! Jackass! That's my crap."
I am fighting the laughter and trying to get the boy to shut up. Finally, I had to close the windows.
But, by the time the garbage truck got there in the morning, the only stuff left was actual garbage in garbage bags.
Now, to get working on the playroom, so I can accumulate more crap to sell at a garage sale in five years.