Signs of the time (or how I fit right in)
August 29, 2007
On my way to take pictures of the after-flip, I snapped these two pics of signs I saw along the way. God I live in a tacky, stupid town.
What? No phone number? That means I have to knock on your scary door to ask about your used wedding gowns (I’m assuming we’re talking about gowns from marriage four, five and six). But 15 bucks is almost too good of a bargain to pass up. Maybe I’ll stop by tomorrow.
I actually stopped at this sale (the sign got me curious). Odd would be a good description. After looking at her wares, I so wanted to yell at the woman “It’s called garbage! You’re supposed to throw it away!”. What a bunch of loosers.
