I know I'm not what you would call 'High-Class'. I worked at a Harley dealership, wore cut-off jeans and motorcycle boots to work on more than one occassion (in my pre-baby days mind you, I'm not that trashy), and have been known to frequent places that look like an opening scene from CSI at night. All that aside, I still know how to take a shower and shave my armpits when it counts. From the looks of people at my yard-sale today, I see that some individuals were born with out this 'hygine gene' or common sense in general.
Just a taste of things I saw today:
- A woman getting out of a minivan with a three year old riding on her lap.
- A gentleman who tried to pet my mom's large, man-eating dog through the fence.
- A guy who thought he could just 'take some stuff off my hands' becouse it's not like I'm selling things.
- A woman who told me her entire life story; and I mean every sad detail.
- And a guy who felt it was ok to let his stupid tiny dog crap all over my Mom's front lawn.
And this is how The Kid felt about it all:
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