The Garage Sale. The Treasures?

Hey, how about those garage sales ?  It's so funny to me as I have only had a few myself but I have to say sometimes they are great and most of the time they are awful.

Let's say you need a certain amount of money.  Maybe you need it for a bill or a night out together or for the weekend.  You just need some extra cash and God forbid, your not desperate for the money.  Ok, you pick out the treasures you have in your house and garage (after all it is a garage sale) and you decide if you really want to part with it.  You ask yourself....Do I ever use it anymore?   Is it just not in my life style now?   Etc.  So you make your decision and you proudly place your valuable treasures in a prominent position so everyone will see what they have an opportunity of owning.  They will be able to put it in there home or garage and have it as there own treasure.  The day of the sale begins your up bright and early.  You have your cup of coffee in your hand and your looking over your set up with some lingering doubts about parting with some of your treasures.  After all they are yours and you could fit them in your life again.......   Well the first few people stop by and just leisurely waltz through your garage and glance at your top of the line treasures.  That's it.  They don't give a second glance, nor touch it or anything.  They don't even ask about it.  In fact they see an old tennis ball over in the corner, that is really your dogs toy, and they offer to give you a quarter for it.  You calmly state......  It's not for sale.  More people stop by,  waltz through, glance at nothing in particular and glide on out and in there cars they go.  Believe it or not a few more people also ask about the stupid tennis ball and by now you are so mad at your dog because he has done nothing here to help.  He didn't sweep out the garage, wash it down, arrange all these treasures in just the right places to show off how beautiful they are.  All the dog, (you don't even want to call him by name because now you see him as a traitor) has done is flop himself down on the cool cement and watch you do all the work and he is the only one who actually has something that people would pay money for.  The afternoon is drawing to a close and you have had it.  Nothing has gone out, no sales, no questions, no bartering over the price, Nothing.  You are so mad, you close the garage door down, look at all your so called treasures with loathing in your soul.  You grab the stupid tennis ball, head to the back yard and call the one true treasure you have in your life that could never have a price tag,  "Scruffy".  You vow to yourself you will never have a garage sale again as long as Scruffy never tells of your humiliation over " The Treasures ".   Tootles