I’m sorry this letter isn’t about OLF Coupeville, jet noise, or about politicians fighting over who gets to be the boss at the meeting.
That’s being covered pretty well already.
This is much more pleasant. It’s about garage sales. Aren’t they great?
If you have a knickknack cabinet with empty spots, you can usually find a knick or a knack at a garage sale.
If you are the seller, you make someone happy while getting rid of your unwanted items.
If you’re the buyer, that empty spot gets filled, or you get that appliance replaced that just broke, or a new game or CD that you couldn’t find anywhere else.
Everyone loves a good garage sale.
There’s just one teeny little problem that is caused by that small minority that don’t care about anyone or anything but themselves. It’s the leftover signs. They’re usually the ones without an address, just an arrow.
That way, they can stick them up all over the place and don’t have to go back and pick them up. They’re waiting for the wind and rain to blow them down so they can become more litter for someone else to deal with — usually some group with orange vests that goes out once a month or so to clean the stretch of road that they have adopted. Lord knows we don’t want them coming back empty handed.
It’s not like they have anything better to do than pick up the crap you’re too lazy to go back and get when your sale is over.
That would be asking entirely too much of you.
To those who do post signs, have the sale and take down the signs you put up, thank you.
I hope you make or made money.
To those of you who don’t, shame on you. You know who you are, and so do your neighbors. They saw the signs and the sale.
You’re on the same level as those who toss their fast food trash out on the road instead of taking it into the house when they get home.
You’re both irresponsible, inconsiderate slobs.
But that’s another letter for another day by someone else.
I hereby rest my rant.