Now, one thing that I find utterly fascinating about people is the ability they have to buy used stuff from each other. This is very practical, and cheap.
After all, why let something that is still good go to waste in some junkyard or landfill when someone else can reuse it?
So let me tell you about my recent shopping trip.
I went to a thrift shop the other day, hoping to find some things to help decorate with my lair with. Didn't buy any clothes. After all, can you imagine a dragon wearing clothes? Maybe a nice hat, or a string of pearls versus a tie, depending upon whether you're a man or a woman, but clothes? How could we flap our wings and fly in such confining things?
And before you ask, I know a rummage sale is so named
because that's what you do there: rummage through other people's stuff. I do try to be as neat as possible when I rummage, but I can't help prying into things. A word of advice: if you ever plan to hold a rummage sale, remember to empty ALL the pockets of your old clothing! Some of the things I found there...
I appreciate the spare change and did enjoy blowing up and playing with the balloons I occasionally found in the men's pants. But could someone please explain to me why those balloons have to come in small, square shaped, individual foil packages? Seems like a waste of packing material to me.
Then I went to a yard sale. Was sad to find out that the people holding the sale weren't selling their yard! They wanted to sell the stuff that was on the yard! And that didn't even include the flowers and trees!
|What nobody wants to risk|
There are a few brown spots in the grass around my place, so I thought a new yard would spruce things up a bit. No such luck.
Maybe next time.
Haven't bothered going to any garage sales, because I'm not in the market for a garage. I don't even own a car! Can you imagine a dragon with a car? It's just like clothes. Why would we want to try to squeeze into something so small, especially when we can fly? I do find it truly amazing how many clowns seem to be able to squeeze into a car when they finally find a parking space at the circus and get out, but that's another story.
And I'm sure you fine folks are already ahead of me and know why I won't go to a flea market either. After all, who wants fleas, new or used?
Anyway, that's it for now. Have a great week everybody and please be back here again next weekend for more Sunday Funnies!--wd.