I was in the car with a friend yesterday, driving to Decatur, when we chanced to look out of the window. Then I had the following conversation:
ME: Holy hell! Church yard sale!
ME: YES YES PARK NOW.
See, we love this yard sale. Last year it allowed me to score a vintage Samsonite suitcase in the weirdest blue color for $3, with the keys to the locks.
This year, I got $2 shoes, and they are wonderful. Not only that, but my friend got a $5 super-8 projector. We took it home, cleaned out the rotting crap inside of it (grease, we hope), plugged it in, and managed to scare the bejesus out of ourselves with the noise the thing made. It was a good day.
In addition to the $2 shoes, I got the $1.75 bag which weirdly matched the shoes:
Makes me wonder if they weren’t from the same place.