Yard Sale

Mary wants to have another yard sale, whereas I’d rather spend my weekend relaxing, or if pressed, making more money noodling around at my desk for a few extra hours than I could possibly earn convincing the neighbourhood penny-pinchers that every one of our outdated gadgets do indeed work and that the only reason we’re willing to sell this stuff for a fraction of what we once paid is because deep inside both of us there still lives the shriveled core of a once practical person who can’t bear to throw away anything that could still be useful to someone.