Soap selling support staff = (in)sanity suit surprise

Mel has been down there with Lorelei selling soap since about 7am. The community-wide garage sale officially runs from 8am-3pm. I'll let her tell you how that went.

I went down there at 9am with Storm, and stayed until just a little while ago. I was keeping myself at Mel's disposal, in case I was needed. I only ended up doing two tasks though... running for change once, and bringing lunch. I kept offering to take the girls walking with me, or to take them home, but they never wanted to go. Lorelei had her fold-out sleepover bed set up under the table, and some pastel chalks to draw with. Storm found a little girl next door to play with (the soap tent is in someone else's front yard on the other side of town, not ours), and got a bunch of mini barbie dolls. I'm not very good at sitting still, so this left me a lot of time to walk around.

I walked almost every street in the area, looking, but I hardly bought anything. A natural consequence of having hardly any money I suppose. I bought a larger water bottle for hiking (has more capacity, and a wider, better shoulder strap than the one I'm using) for a buck. A pretty useful thing, and a good price. The purchase was no doubt influenced by temperatures in the upper eighties and an unrelenting sun. So what do I buy next? A cup of hot coffee. The feminist empowerment society was selling cups of Ethiopian Yirgacheffe for a buck, and the wonderous smell of it overwhelmed my already tenuous judgement. They seemed very suprised I bought some though, so at least I brightened someone's day. Now I'm wandering around in the blazing sun, sipping hot coffee. The brain bakes further.

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One mans junk is another man's ______________ .

(blame morbidlybella for this, she gave me the idea when she responded to my last post)

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