Hi-five to garage sales
When I was a kid, every summer my grandma would take all five of us grand kids out garage sale’n. We loved it, what’s more fun that ravaging through people old smelly shit that they no longer want. You had to get there early though because if you got there after 10am all the good stuff was gone and you were left with used underwear and ties your grandfather wouldn’t even wear. I remember one time my brother walked up to a garage sale (he was probably 7 or 8) and said “Man, look at all this junk”. Right in front of the home owner. I’m sure my grandma was pretty embarrassed but you couldn’t help but laugh. Good times.