The Garage Sale

I had a great memory today. This happened a while back. Last summer I believe.

I asked Patrick to clean out the garage on a beautiful Saturday morning. He started hauling stuff out into the driveway. He came into the house "Dad, someone wants to buy your rolling rack." I said "What? What are you talking about?" He says "Someone thinks your rolling rack is for sale." I told him "Tell them it's not for sale". So he went back out and chased off the potential customer. Then he had another visitor, and another. He kept getting people in the garage. Trying to buy things, and negotiate. I asked him "What the heck is going on!!!?" I eventually thought it was hilarious watching Patrick chase people off while he was trying to clean out the garage. Every now and then he wouldn't notice someone, and they'd make it all the way into the garage with him and he'd have to chase them off. I took one picture from the neighbors side yard of a lady trying to buy something from Patrick, and she wouldn't take no for an answer. Eventually I told him. Close the door, we'll clean it next Saturday.

Turns out, I look in the paper, that it was Lodi's advertised Garage Sale day.