pet peeves

To begin with, I am delighted to report, due to no help from me (seriously. I think I have recruited two people on here, one of whom gave birth to me), we have now reached a quarter of a century's worth of followers! Thanks, D.V. for putting us up over that crucial 24 person mark!

Readers, I am frustrated. There is apparently a movement afoot of having yard sales stretch out over THREE days. No one, and I mean no one, wants to look at their 25 cent junk for that long. When the strange day comes wherein I am the proprieteress (which is only about once a year-I much prefer to buy than sell), I am ready to load up the leftovers and say tootle-loo after 90 minutes. I mean really. It is hard enough to plan one day's worth of adventures, let alone 3. And by the end of the third day, if you still have stuff left, maybe no one wants it. Shocking, yes. Perhaps the time has come to divulge my secret pet-peeves, so you understand from where I am coming.
1. People, in a quiet environment, who feel the need to have a granola bar RIGHT NOW and unwrap the bar in what they believe to be a silent way, but it is so not silent, and not only that, because they unwrap it so slooooooowly they stretch out what should be a 2 second rip into a 30 second agony of crinkles, tears, mashings, and zips. I have no choice when this happens to not pay attention. It is all I can think about and concentrate on until the eater has mercifully shoved the whole bar down his/her throat. Or potato chips. Come on. There is no possible way you can be quiet opening and eating those babies. Bring a baggie of grapes, for pete's sake.
2. Being hungry, cold, and tired at the same time. Nancy and Sam know this one well. I get rather cranky. The only thing that makes it worse is if I somehow manage to get drenched. Then I am super grouchy. This makes for a challenging yard sale day when I neglected to eat, got up early, am cold, and got rained on. The only things that can cheer me up are warm, dry clothes for a quarter and a subway egg sandwich. I don't do QT like Nancy does.
3. People who think their crap is so gosh darn fabulous that they have a yard sale that lasts for three freakin' days.
4. Along the same lines: people who think their crap is so gosh darn fabulous that they price all their items for pennies less than they paid. Keep it if you think it is worth that much.

By the way, Nancy's couch is phenomenal. She needs to sell it to me. Today.
Oh, this weekend should be good. Nan, Sam, and I are once again joining forces. I am doing R&D but having a hard time due to all the crazy 3 day yard salers.