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Five Hazards Of\u00c2\u00a0 Garage Sales<\/span>
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- Seeing just how much junk you have accumulated. Neotoma cinerea<\/a> <\/i>has nothing on me.<\/span><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n
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- Realizing that many of the items you treasure for their emotional importance to you are quite literally priceless – as in no one would pay a wooden nickel for them.<\/span><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n
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- Finding that particular doodad you stored away so carefully so that you wouldn’t have to buy a new one when the one in use died. Of course you have already replaced said doodad several times, buying a new one each time because you couldn’t find the one you so carefully stored away.<\/span><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n
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- Feeling gritty and dirty because of all the dust you keep digging through in the stacks of junk that hasn’t seen the light of day for years. After all, who moves and dusts their junk stacks unless it is time for a garage sale?
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- Dreading the coming of the Saturday morning early-lookie-loos. You know, the people who believe that if you said you were opening at 8am, they should be able to stop in and cherry pick at 7am. The same people who will ring your doorbell continuously until you stumble to the door at 6:45am just to inquire if you won’t let them have a quick look before they start lobbying for the 7am cherry feeding frenzy. Those people.
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- Dreading the coming of the Saturday morning early-lookie-loos. You know, the people who believe that if you said you were opening at 8am, they should be able to stop in and cherry pick at 7am. The same people who will ring your doorbell continuously until you stumble to the door at 6:45am just to inquire if you won’t let them have a quick look before they start lobbying for the 7am cherry feeding frenzy. Those people.
- Feeling gritty and dirty because of all the dust you keep digging through in the stacks of junk that hasn’t seen the light of day for years. After all, who moves and dusts their junk stacks unless it is time for a garage sale?
- Finding that particular doodad you stored away so carefully so that you wouldn’t have to buy a new one when the one in use died. Of course you have already replaced said doodad several times, buying a new one each time because you couldn’t find the one you so carefully stored away.<\/span><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n
- Realizing that many of the items you treasure for their emotional importance to you are quite literally priceless – as in no one would pay a wooden nickel for them.<\/span><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n