Jenny was out of town this week, so it was just me and Karl. Friday was a massive bust. Both of us ended being disgusted with the whole idea of going to sales before 9:45 AM. It was so bad that it’s not even worth the time to talk about how bad it was.

I was wondering if we should even stay on the North End for sales on Saturday, but in the end there seemed to be tons of sales. Folks have started to take the whole “wacky Craigslist ad thing” to a new level. Things have changed from years ago when Jenny and I tried to put the word “craptastic” into a classified yard sale ad in the paper, and the word was refused by the woman working the classifieds.

One sale listed “Odd, interesting and blatantly normal items for sale!” (Isn’t that just about every single sale we go too?!) And free pen with every purchase! We did hit this sale and the woman was very aggressive about trying to get both of us to take a pen. I had seen their sign on Friday night and liked how they said the sale was better than their block letters.

Karl said he would arrive at 8:30, and at 7:50 I drove to hit some 8 a.m. sales, but boogied back to make sure I was at my house at 8:30. Karl on the other hand was running late, because he forgot the list. Later on he confessed that he also hit a few early morning sales that I think contributed to him being 20 minutes late. Why am I not surprised?

One of the first sales we hit was about three blocks from my house and I couldn’t resist sneaking a photo of the eagle blanket (a la 9/11, or is it more politically correct to say Sept. 11th?)

I thought the sale was pretty lame. I did see they had the sale again on Sunday. By Monday afternoon they wised up and created a huge free pile.

Then across the street we hit a very long driveway sale. Jenny and I had hit a sale here five years ago that was really good, but both Karl and I hightailed it out of there quick this time.

The yard sale and BBQ for Tilted Thunder Roller Derby was a must.

They had tons of stuff, most of which they hadn’t put out yet, but I wanted to give them some cash to help them pay for practice time.

We hit a few more okay sales, hardly blogworthy, but okay. Then an “ally” sale.

Karl made some comment about how that “would really bug English Major Jenny.” Then in true Jenny style I took the sign home with me. I was pretty stoked to find a small Le Creuset dutch oven for $10.

Karl kept wanting to hit a sale that started on Friday, and I was thinking if it’s so good why didn’t we hit it on Friday. Right? Well, she posted her ad after we already left for sales, and she told us at the sale that she had forgot to put the address in the ad.

The sale had black velvet paintings, Elvis, vintage clothing and tons of other fun oddball stuff.

Sadly, she was selling stuff to pay for her dog to get surgery.

One of the last sales we hit was a couple moving to Hawaii. Karl pointed and said “Look, Jay Reatard” while laughing. For the low low price of $35 was a crappy Flying V. Hmmm, should I buy it? Within about three minutes I called Jay and purchased the guitar. Karl thought this was a funny course of events.

Our last sale was the above mentioned “Free Pen Sale.” Okay, since I was called a bitch on the blog this week I almost feel bad saying this, but that is sort of the point of this blog, right? Anyway, at every sale there is a point when you should pack it up and go get lunch. Instead people become kooky with yard sale vibes by projecting their boredom onto the customers. In this case getting upset when someone won’t take a free pen.

An interesting day, not the most fruitful, but interesting.