On a recent visit home, our youngest daughter brought home several bags and boxes of things she didn’t want any longer, and in fact she even gave me permission to sell them at a garage sale or in our booth.
Couple that with a little healthy memory loss, and I may have just been scammed.
Me: (Looking through the sacks in the garage):
“I remember that yellow Fiesta. Didn’t I LOAN you those dishes?”
“There’s that table I bought at a garage sale in Dallas that I couldn’t get home on the plane. Didn’t I LOAN that to you that summer?
How long ago was that? In fact, what about that red side table? Didn’t I loan that to you as well?”
“Oh my gosh. There are those white candlesticks that I used at Heather’s wedding. I wondered where those were. When did I LOAN you those?”
You get the picture.
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