I Love The Smell Of A Garage Sale...

At 7AM in the morning. Nothing like having a horde of perfect strangers rummaging through the last 5 or some odd years of your life. Even though it's a bunch of "crap" you no longer want to clutter your life, you can't help but to silently curse the people who walk over, hold something up and put it back down. "Bitch, don't judge me."