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I L-O-V-E to people-watch. Grow­ing up, the air­port was like my sec­ond home and to this day there is some­thing peace­ful about sit­ting at the air­port watch­ing peo­ple hus­tle and bus­tle around. I find that even the most rigid peo­ple can not cloak their true nature at an air­port. I think that’s why I love Ozark­ers. They don’t mask who they are to any­one because that’s their cul­ture. And that is so much fun to watch!

Recently I had a garage sale with my mum and boy was I ed-u-ma-cated!

There were the crazy people:

(I know you’re not sup­posed to do a bunch of posts that are lists, but for skim­mers like myself, it makes for bet­ter reading.)

~ Appar­ently, once you turn 50, you must dye your hair plat­inum blond; stick on some Lee-press-on nails that are 3 inches long and the color of bub­blegum pink; Wal­mart flip-flops with some Lee-press-on toe­nails –“Frenchie”-manicured but also 3 inches; teal green leg­gings and a long, white t-shirt….with no bra. I gotta make sure I get out of here by 45.

~ A scan­ner is noth­ing but “a copier” that one might be able to hook up to a meth lab to make more crys­tals. (…huh??!…)

~I love unique say­ings or catchy one-liners: I heard all kinds, but one of my favorites was when this old guy saw a screw­driver set and yelled, “Well, I’ll be switched! That’s sex­ier than socks on a rooster!” (You can bet your sweet-bippy I’ve used that a few times already!)

~The Ozarks is prob­a­bly one of the only places you can go garage sale-ing and buy a stuffed talk­ing mon­key for $1 and get 2 bags of some fine Mary Jane (that’s mar­i­juana, Stacey!) No, it wasn’t my mon­key they got it from. Waste not, want not! (just kid­ding, Mum.)

~It was mind-boggling how many peo­ple had to ask me what some things (every day items) were. “Well, maam, I’m sure you could use that as a wash­cloth, but most peo­ple use it as a table cloth.” “It’s lug­gage. Peo­ple put their clothes in it to go traveling.”

Then there were the peo­ple that touched my heart:

~ Like the girl who was com­ing to the Bap­tist Uni­ver­sity to get her degree to be a Mis­sion­ary to China. She had a stu­dio apt by the school, with a mat­tress top on the floor and her clothes. And that’s it. She walked away with a couch, ottoman, and dishes. She was so happy and her par­ents thought it was a sign from God.

~Or the very poor fam­ily that was tak­ing their 8 year old son garage sale-ing for his birth­day. I made sure he made out like a bandit!

~And the His­panic fam­ily who couldn’t speak a lick of Eng­lish. They walked out with a fair num­ber of clothes and kitchen items. I knew it was a sur­vival purchase.

All in all it was a suc­cess­ful sale and many lessons learned.

It was a great day.