Life in a small town

After our garage sale, my elbow was smarting, so after we foisted our 6' banquet table off on my neighbor who was continuing his garage sale on Sunday, I didn't want to move our 5' table back into the garage. G is barely able to lift his end anyway.

I left it out overnight. Figured it'd probably be there in the morning.

Guy rings the doorbell Sunday morning. "Are you giving that table away?" Nope, just haven't moved it inside yet.

And I'm thinking, heck, if I were still in my old neighborhood in Oakland, it wouldn't have lasted the afternoon.

There ya go.