Weekend Traditions Part 1

Normally on Monday morning it's exciting to gaze around the house and admire the yard sale purchases made on Saturday. This week was a total washout. But of course it was! What was I thinking? It's the dead center of the summer and all the good stuff has been sold long ago.
Folks who are having yard sales now are desperate. They sold the moldy baby clothes in June, so now they're dragging out the baby's crib, complete with teethmarks. "The baby can sleep in the dryer. Harry, move that crib out to the yard. It's got to be worth $200.00!"
People who have yard sales never really run out of stuff. As the summer weeks pass by, they just dig deeper into the drawers and cupboards to find used binkies, games with missing pieces, and vintage Polaroid cameras. "Really, a 1967 Polaroid camera? Wow, let me grab that one!"
I've seen things at yard sales that no human should see: Dried spinach on the salad bowl set, a box of Bandaids with two Bandaids left, and one ballet slipper. (It was the left one, if you're interested.)
Yup, this weekend was disappointing. All I wanted was a salad spinner.