Futon
There was a point (in my sordid past) where I was looking to move into a place in Santa Cruz. It was a vacation home type place near the beach and I was going to be renting the converted garage. The fellas who I was to be renting from were surfer-type dudes, and as I found out… a bit unreliable (I am not saying all surfer-types are this way… just these guys)… a week before I was to move in, they told me the place was no longer available because they were gonna rent the whole house out. GAH! I imagined the above guys to be somewhat like those I dealt with.
I suggest Randie take some ‘deodorizing’ steps before she takes the shady, possibly stinky, futon home. Ew ew ew ew ew.
Your sordid past??? Say it ain’t so.
Hmm. Sordid…
sor·did/ˈsôrdid/
Adjective:
1.Involving ignoble actions and motives; arousing moral distaste and contempt.
2.Dirty or squalid.
Synonyms: squalid – mean – vile – filthy – nasty – foul – base
source…google
Hey, nice final price. That’s the magic of garage/yard sales. The longer an item stays around, the cheaper it gets. The rub is that most of the good stuff is quick to go, and the remaining super discounted stuff at the end of the day or weekend is what nobody wants.
I’m with jude in that some sanitizing may be in order. If not for the multiple hurls, then at least for the surfer-like dude’s likely unwashed, ocean salt encrusted, sweaty body rolling around on it naked…alone or not.
There are some folks who throw semi-frequent garage sales nearby and call them “pack-rat recovery sale(s).”
Is it just me or is anyone else surprised that perpetually broke Randie’s carrying around $80 in cash? Wow.
Hurl will devalue anything.
Jack… If you know about it… caveat emptor.
Free will make most any “sordid” refuse attractive.
Did ya beat them with yer art bag? Those things can be a good weapon. )
Woohoo! Eighty bucks can now be spent on…COFFEE!
…and maybe art supplies and “Pop’n Tarts”.
Jay…Gah! Didn’t think about that… art bag smacking…. no, instead, I moved into a place a friend of mine had up in the Santa Cruz mountains. It… well, it was kind of isolated and was an odd add on apartment to a house. But the rent was cheap… sound familiar? I write what I know.
Dada… you KNOW she’ll blow it on some silly thing… like Converts tennies… (bite my tongue!!!)