Precious CDs

I went to a garage sale today. I like to look at CDs. You can get some decent albums for next to nothing, a dollar, 50 cents, sometimes a quarter.

At this garage sale there was a little stack of CDs, like maybe seven or eight. And a sign under them said something like, "CDs in the house. Ask to see them." So I thought they must have boxes or shelves of others in the house that they didn't want to bring out. I asked to see them.

The mom sent a little girl in the house to get them, and it was a small stack of CDs out of their cases. Then it dawned on me. These were the CDs that should have been in the cases there on the table. They had taken the CDs out and kept them in the house for whatever reason, apparently so no one would steal them.

OK, they were 50 cents each, not exactly a big moneymaker for them anyway. And they were really hot titles, like "Lilo & Stitch" and some kind of generic kids CDs, along the lines, I'd say, of Kidz Bop. There was also "Now That's What I Call Music - 14" but it didn't have a case. Real precious stuff, well worth keeping out of the reach of a sneak thief and a burgeoning black market for stolen goods of this value!

The Joy of Sex, Sex, and More Sex

Last week I wrote about some boxes of Playboys at a garage sale, and I believe I mentioned how rare that is.

Well, maybe everyone in town is joining a monastery or nunnery, because I was at another garage sale, and there was a couple of boxes of Playboys there, too! But the ones last week were $2.00 apiece, and these this week were only 25 cents each.

The sale was about over with, and they hadn't been bought yet. The people were packing their stuff in totes for storage. So the moment of opportunity to get these was quickly passing.

But what I saw that really caught my eye was outside, a nice big box of sex manuals, like The New Joy of Sex, the original Joy of Sex, etc. I wish I remembered some of the titles, because there were quite a few, maybe 20 books all together with the common theme.

I thought about going back in the garage to take a look at the ladies in charge, and see what was on their mind. But as it turned out, I didn't.

We were talking about it on the way to the car, how unusual that is to see. They were either folks who've learned it all or have given up trying.

Playboys at a Garage Sale

I was driving along and saw a garage sale yesterday. So I went over. They had all the usual stuff, books, some VHS tapes, and all the usual junk that people are always trying to get rid of.

But under the table, they had three boxes of Playboys. So I'm figuring they belong to the guy and not his wife. And the guy is maybe 75 -- 70s anyway.

And maybe it's just me, but I don't want to see that. All I can think of at the sale is the "enjoyment" he no doubt got from these magazines there, over a course of years and years, and it's a major ewww thing for me.

By the way, they were $2.00 apiece. But, you know, even if I were in the market for a box of Playboys, which I'm not, to have to drag three boxes up at a garage sale and have the old guy count them out, etc., would be way too much for me.

The small talk -- which is unavoidable at garage sales -- would also be too much. What memories he might share.