and I made a quarter for Trogdor's wife!!!

So here at the home of Rib-dependance, Sandman and BlenderGirl were having a Used Merchandise Retail Function in the Automotive Storage Unit. Trogdor and Trogdor's wife (by the way I hear she truely loves being called that) brought many things over from their domicle to recirculate them in a truly unregulated free trade environment.

Although The event had very mediocre turnout. There was so much stuff left over that I was not happy. The sheer prospect of having to sort it all out and haulit to goodwill or to the dump was just going to be a pian so, I suggested we advertise and run the sale a couple more days.

I also convinced Trogdor that the threadbare couch and loveseat (complete with red marker accents provided by T.S.) should be set out on the sale. A rather dubious Trogdor finally gave in to my brow beating.

So we loaded the Orange and Beige set into The OTA machine and off I went beginning to doubt my own genius.

Now as it happens, the day we selected to reopen the garage sale was the same day BlenderGirl was going to accept an Outstanding Achievement in Studentry Award. So being BlenderGirl's Sandman I was obligated to attend and applude her at the ceremony. So BlenderGirl's parents opened the sale and set to organizing things.

My mother-in-law is a very thrifty person and she saw the Togdor furniture and promptly set a price of $10 hoping someone would offer $5. A good plan if I ever heard one.

Along comes this young couple, I would call them struggling artist types. They pick up a microwave and a bunch of other household stuff. but they kept looking at the furniture. there bill came to $29.75 and they didn't haggle on anything. then they asked about the couch.

"How much for the couch and loveseat" the ask
"$10" says my mohter-in-law
"We don't have that much" the kids reply, crestfallen
My mother-in-law knowing how to hook a fish says "$5"
"we don't have that much left" spoke the kids
"Well, how much do you have?"
"$30" Remember their bill was $29.75
"It's yours for a quarter then!" Mom proclaims.

So I hear this story when we get back from BlenderGirl's award thingy. And I think "Fantanstic I don't have to haul it off to the dump where they are going to charge us at least $5 if not $15 just to pitch the damn thing"

The Starving Artists arrive, chauffered by her dad in his mini van. Dad and Son-in-law tackle the job of loading the furniture which had to be wedged in nested together like shoes in a shoebox. As Dad and son are manhandling the loveseat something fell out.
It hit the ground and had the unmistakable sound of money. Big money like a quarter.

Sure enough it was. I looked at the kids and said "Well look at that! Your investment is already paying off."

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