Garage Saling

My husband and I woke up to the birds chirping at 5:30 this morning and neither one of us could go back to sleep. I rolled over and made the suggestion of going to a couple of garage sales since we were wide awake anyway. Of course, most don't open until 7 or 8am, so we just took our time getting ready and fueled up with breakfast.

I had forgotten that the city-wide garage sale was going on today. It wasn't officially starting until 9:00 according to all of the advertisements, but most of the people were already set up and we figured they wouldn't mind our early browsing. Just adjacent to the set-up sits a little apartment complex. They had posted a sign to the entrance that there was to be absolutely no parking for non-residents. As I'm 8 1/2 months pregnant and really in no mood to walk a long distance and for the fact that we knew we would be super quick browsers, we decided to park in one of the 20 empty spots.

We walked around looking at everyone's junk/treasures and, as predicted, headed back toward the car within 15 minutes. As we were walking up, an old man was just about to tape a sign to the window of our car reading, "This car does not belong to a resident. Please tow!" My husband walked up right behind him and calmly said, "Sir, there's no need for that we are leaving." So the man (I swear, he had to have been around 90) starts yelling at both of us about the posted sign and how every year people try to get away with parking there. I was very polite and apologized stating that I'm (quite obviously) 8 1/2 months pregnant and we knew that we were watching the car the whole time and would have moved it had anyone else pulled in. He spun around like a wild animal, got about 12 inches from my face and screamed, "Get the hell outta here!!!" I was quite taken aback to say the very least.

He's fortunate that I wasn't having an emotional day! I would have ripped him a new one! Fortunately, my husband also remained quite calm, opened my car door and we proceeded to leave as he set up his lawn chair and prepared for battle with the next wrong-doer.

Here's the kicker! I see this guy all the time at the library and have often assisted him in finding material. So, the next time he approaches me for help, should I just say, "Get the hell outta here, you old geezer!"? Oh, so tempting. And if it just happens to be one of those days...watch out, buddy!!