Inch sale

Yesterday was the big "Yard Sale" at our daughter's school.  Of course I went by (with 4 kids, nevertheless) to help support the cause...

I had always heard the French were dirty, but this was ridiculous.  They had stuffed toys with all kinds of filth caked on them, wine glasses with dust sitting so long you couldn't wipe them with your finger, and an actual porcelain doll with a huge crack parting her face in half and another one going down the chin.  Oh yeah, and all the porcelain dolls were dirty.  And the one w/the crack was $5.

Out of fear, we didn't even look at the clothes laid on top of a tarp on the floor.  My daughter did, however, find some really cute cushions which I checked thoroughly and deemed safe, only to have someone else try to buy them and got snapped at by a French woman I know when I tried to correct the situation...  I know... I try not to generalize but I swear it was so true to "form", the whole experience and everything I'd ever heard about the French...  sigh...  I really did want to enjoy it, I really did!!

And don't even get me started on the woman who was drinking coffee out of a travel mug that had crap caked onto the sides of its opening...  ick.

Call me a bitch if you want, but I left the place feeling all dirty and kind of itchy.  I know it was all mental, just as it was when I saw the movie "Maria Full Of Grace" and felt like taking a dump the whole time, but what can I say?  I have a very active imagination...

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