There were already a few cars parked on the street in front of the house on Wexner Avenue when Gram and Ashley pulled up near the house.
“Gee,” said Ashley. “I thought we’d be one of the first ones here.”
“Oh no, dear,” said Gram. “I’m sure that some of these cars have been here since early morning. Some people are very serious about garage sales.”
“I guess so,” said Ashley. “Look, they must be ready. The garage door just opened up and they’ve brought some tables of stuff out to the driveway.”
Sure enough, two men had just carried our four tables piled with garage sale items. It took a few minutes for the men to get everything set up on the tables. Then, a tall, thin man wearing an orange t-shirt, overalls and a Boston Red Sox baseball cap walked to the end of the driveway. He moved the orange traffic cones that had blocked the driveway. He tipped his cap and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, our garage sale is now open!”
Ashley couldn’t believe how fast people go out of their cars and started pawing through the stuff on the tables. “Wow,” she said as she got out of Gram’s car. “Look at everyone! They’re practically running up the driveway!”
Gram laughed and said, “I know, dear. I told you that some people take this very seriously! Let’s go and try not to get run over!”
