drinks are on me. but only if i'm using them for sterilizing purposes.

these are my garage sale chronicles. sometimes i talk about rules. sometimes i talk about finds. but mostly i'm just interested in looking inside people's garages.

today: sober is beautiful.

last week at this one estate sale, the lady collecting the payments kept looking up at me. now. that's not exactly unusual. people gawk at me all the time. sometimes they point, too. i don't mind just so long as they don't touch.

anyway. the lady was helping another person when she just blurted this out.

"i'm sorry. you're just the most beautiful person. you just so beautiful." and repeat.

first of all, yeah she was talking to me. and secondly, tell me something i don't know. i think the lady may have been missing her glasses. her seeing glasses. and i believe the house she had set up may have been missing its glasses. its shot glasses.

moving on.

at the next estate sale, i found this amazing vintage decanter (see picture). it held rum. and i know this because the owner stuck a label on it with the word "rum". plus. there was still rum in it. and quite a good amount.

i swirled the bottle while i stood in line to buy it. i may have also mentioned to passers-by that i was parched. don't worry, folks. because when i got out to the car, donnafriend took the bottle from me and emptied it onto the ground.

apparently, she didn't want me to tell her she was the most beautiful person.