Romance in the oddest of places

This week is the start of September and that means the closing one of my favorite seasons. No, I am not talking about the end of summer or the return of kiddies to school (although yes, the Dude is going into University this Sept). And it’s not the end of the golf season (still a few months left for that…yipppeee). Haven’t figure it out yet?

It’s the close of another successful yard sale season!

So sad. 😦

Yard sale season is one of the most exciting things about spring. Yes, we are total urban rednecks. Hubby and I get up early Saturday mornings to the thrill of the yard sale adventure. We grab a hot coffee (Pepsi for hubby) and go for long, meandering drives across country and down obscure lanes looking for those amazing deals and new-to-us treasures.

And this past Saturday was our last yard sale adventure of the season and we scored big. We got a pine screen door, a small pine coffee table, a set of massive steak knives, a few wall ornaments, and a retro spice rack all for around $70 bucks. Woot woot. Great goodies for the camp (AKA: HarKen Lodge).

Beyond the treasures we pick up, for me there’s something so romantic about going on a yard sale adventure. I love cruising around for a couple of hours talking about the latest “find” with the radio playing softly in the background. No rush. No hurry. Our driving occasionally interrupted by a hand-holding saunter to pick through other people’s junk quietly whispering to each other “hey…check this out…what do you think….it’s only $5 bucks!”

It’s intimate. It’s he and I time. We are alone. We don’t know anyone. It’s an adventure. It’s always good for a few laughs. And we never know what little treasures we are going to bring home to boot.

Romance is the most unusual of places.

That is until the romantic atmosphere is shattered by the haggling. This is where hubby and I differ. If I arrive at your yard sale and want an item, I am going to pay you the price on the sticker. Hubby says people snicker behind my back and call me foul things like “sucker!” I ignore him. I prefer to think that people respect me for honoring their pricing. I figure you took the time to sort through your shit, haul it outside, and put little yellow stickers with a price on it, the least I can do is pay you want you want.

Hubby prides himself on being a master haggler. His yard sale technique is to find multiple items, put them in a box, and haggle (or as I like to call it: low-balling) for a better price for the group of items. Honestly, when he snags himself a little treasure at a great deal (ripping off that poor little old lady whose likely trying to raise funds for food), it’s like a little high for him, I swear! Badges of yard sale honor.

Honestly, he’ll haggle for anything, anywhere including retail stores. I usually run back to the truck, hide in an aisle, or duck out of the store when he starts “working his magic.” The sad part is that he usually gets the freaking deal. Damn them for giving in…it only encourages him!

Where do you find romance? Do you haggle or pay sticker price at yard sales?

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