Saturday, September 11, 2010

Garage Sales

Garage sales are awesome. But there's that moment when you realize you aren't interested in buying anything they've got and you feel kinda bad about it. The person sits there quietly as you judge their entire life. Old suitcase, teapots, figurines, toys with missing pieces. They embarrassingly lay out their last thirty years on a small patchwork of borrowed folding tables and old bedsheets as they watch you - in thirty seconds- come to the conclusion, that "These people are weird, and of this stuff is shit." I'm just going to quietly meander over the edge of the neighbors yard.... and quickly make my exit.

1 comment:

  1. oh my god, that is always the way i feel. the feeling isn't just limited to garage sales either. i feel equally as shitty when i approach a vendor at a street market and hate everything they've spent hours making.