At the first church Michele found out the true meaning of giving. Nothing was priced, it was up to the money taker to determine who pays what. Michele must have looked prosporous because the tally was a lot more than she expected. The money taker noticed Michele's hesitation and told her the money was for Jesus. Not more than three minutes after this confrontation did Michele come up with the perfect answer......"What would Jesus do? He would give it all to me for free".....but alas, this wonderful reply was not spoken, and four of the Texas Junkin' Ladies paid Jesus through the nose!
The second church garage sale was more up-scale, as we had to pony up $1.00 for the entrance fee. When you have to pay up front, you know the resin rabbit figurines that sold at "Everything for a Dollar" increased three-fold. Truism: You pay more for the Methodist junk than the Pentecostal junk.
The air-conditioned private garage sale was so-so. I felt so guilty for spending a good 10 minutes in front of the swamp cooler, so I bought a wooden item, for 25 cents, that I not only don't know what it's function is but the lady that sold it to me didn't know either. But I have it and my conscious is clear.
My paltry haul for the day!
Patricia found this at the demolition house and I tote it with me to give me confidence to knock people down for the stuff in their greedy little arms.
VIVA LA GARAGE SALES