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Yes, if you are wondering about the title of this post....it really does happen.....come knocking at the door that is. You see, I have a neighbor who shall we say, in all the 20 something years I have known him has maybe worked a total of 6 months during that time frame. He lives in his grandparents house (who were marvelous neighbors while they were still with us) mainly because his mother who lives in Florida, would rather him be here instead of Florida. He lives there for free, all bills paid and does basically nothing.
A couple of weekends ago, he had a "garage sale" which was just basically a bunch of junk.....in fact, I had given him two large garbage sacks of stuff I was going to donate and let him have it to sell. As expected, not too many things he had out to sell actually sold, most of my stuff did sell however. This past weekend was the 3rd weekend in a row he set up shop in the front yard and I am guessing he sold nothing.......thus the knock at my door Sunday afternoon.
I looked out the window, and saw him standing at the door with two sacks in hand....I reluctantly opened the door to see what he wanted. I was sure he wanted to borrow some money and just hate it when he does that. He had two sacks in his hand and asked what I thought this stuff was worth.....( In other words, did I want to buy them ) I asked him where he got them, and he said he found them in a cabinet at the house.....the grandparents house, so I am sure this must have belonged to his grandmother or possibly his great grandmother. He holds no attachment to any thing he owns. So sad.
These were dirty, and grimy and I am sure they had not seen the light of day in many, many years. I told him I had no idea what they would be worth and was he selling them? He could not get his asking price out of his mouth fast enough..."Ten bucks"......I told him I did not know if I had $10.00 on me, let me go see. I did, and he gave me the items and grabbed the 10 one dollar bills and took off happy as could be.
Have a great weekend and enjoy this great fall weather! See you next week!!
tinkering the bathroom floor, part I
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