Garage Sales, Downsizing, and Russell

My husband and I are different levels of introverts. I’m one of those who can be an extrovert for short amounts of time, then retreat to safety. My husband is a true introvert who’d rather put things out by the curb than price crap and put it out to sell.

I get it. In my sixty-something years There was one garage sale in New Orleans where a roommate dressed up and armed himself like the prison trustee in Cool Hand Luke. With a shotgun I didn’t know he owned. In partial jest and response to crazy shoppers.

In the pre-Katrina days of New Orleans, sharp-elbowed grandmas were frightening, on the NOPSI buses or garage sales. It was, and is, a huge multicultural city, and what passed for over the top rudeness somewhere like Iowa, was met with a sigh and eye-rolling.

Living in New Orleans prepared me for living in an even more multicultural city like Houston. In a city where Hispanic men are much nicer to me than Anglos, sometimes the niceties of good behavior and respect are lost.

Garage sales are the worst, especially for introverts trying to downsize. I get that my husband would rather take a tiny tax write off than chase off early birds, offensive hagglers, and thieves. Or accidentally opening our car garage door on community garage sale days, only to find cars stopping and people stalking down our driveway. Shudder.

I can’t even organize my garage without people trying to browse.

The worst is someone, like today, walking over and quizzing us about buying things stored in our house. Asking how much something cost. Standing there licking their lips in anticipation. Shudder.

In a time where porch thieves steal packages, furniture, and plants, it seems personal boundaries and respect for property are gone.

This is irony for me, since my free-range childhood often meant trespassing and doing ridiculously dangerous stunts. Just thinking about it makes me ashamed.

A friend of mine keeps urging me to have a big sale and make some bucks. I smile, and keep quiet, remembering Russell standing on the front porch of the Lakeview house. Mirrored aviator glasses, khaki colored clothes, cowboy hat, a smirk, and a shotgun cradled in his arms. Yeah, no garage sale without friend Russell.

Introverts unite!


2 Comments on “Garage Sales, Downsizing, and Russell

  1. I need to have one myself. I use to a lot now I am like you. The thought makes me cringe. I have been tossing some trash so I guess that is progress. Good luck on your move.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.


Age is an Attitude, Keep Yours Young

The Alchemist's Studio

Raku pottery, vases, and gifts

That’s Not My Age

the grown-up guide to great style — edited by Alyson Walsh

eBook Prep

Your Just Write Solution

Architectural Afterlife

Preserving History Of Abandoned And Forgotten Places

Anthony Wilson

The Year of Living Deeply

BREVITY's Nonfiction Blog

(Somewhat) Daily News from the World of Literary Nonfiction


A daily selection of the best content published on WordPress, collected for you by humans who love to read.

Texas Monthly

Covering Texas news, politics, food, history, crime, music, and everything in between for more than forty years.

%d bloggers like this: