Saturday morning I just happened upon a garage sale that later required me to ask my husband , “Can I borrow your truck?”
He just rolled his eyes. He has done a lot of eye rolling over the years. I hope they don’t get stuck some day in that position.
Anyway, as I entered the yard, a nice woman said, “Mrs. H., is that you?” “I bet you don’t remember me!”
OK- this has happened to me more times than I can count. This is obviously a former student. I have met former students in every grocery store (as I furiously tried to hide what’s in my basket), drugstore, and emergency room in town.
The most disconcerting (alarming) would have to be as I was rolled into an emergency room only to look up and see a faintly familiar face saying, “Mrs. H. , is that you?” “I bet you don’t remember me.”
These meetings are always followed by question #3:
“Are you still there?” (said with a little bit of horror-as in how long has it been?)
On another note, I am not sharing prices today. Let me just say that garage sales hosted by former students limit one’s bargaining power. There are rules of engagement for these situations, right?
So when I saw the table and chairs, I just agreed to the price. The same for this.
It all worked out because she gave me these.
Now I can have that Henry VIII banquet I have been planning in my mind.
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