The snow has finally melted, pollen is in the air, and lawn mowers are humming. If these are not validating signs of spring, actual handmade signs are popping up and letting us know we are in a new season: Yard Sale Season.
Depending on where you live, these piles of junk, treasures waiting to be found, and dumpster diving scores served on a platter are also known as tag sales, garage sales, and lawn sales.
Whatever you call these glorious opportunities to bring home furniture that needs TLC, a stack of used books, or a kitchen appliance that looks good in the sunlight but will never see the light of day once it makes it to your own kitchen, I am there for all of it. I have been known to make dangerous U-turns, slow to a crawl, and pull off to the side of the road to follow the hope of cheap or free shit. I don’t need fancy or clever signs; I just need an address and an arrow pointing me in the right direction.
[adsanity id=”35664″ align=”aligncenter”/]I have great appreciation for people who go the extra mile, though. For those of you who put time and creativity into your yard sale signage, I see you.
Here are 25 signs that earn you bonus points for entrepreneurial spirit.
1. I don’t normally like surprises, but I am intrigued.
2. There is no doubt I (need) this junk.
3. Scoring a quality bookshelf can be as good as sex.
4. Poor Grandpa. But did he leave any tweed cardigans?
5. The force is strong with this one.
6. This is likely false advertising. Imma find out, though.
7. It may be low, but it is class.
8-11. They had me at popping tags.
12. Your mistake is my new toaster.
13. And now I have Coolio’s Gangsta’s Paradise in my head. And a new waffle iron in my hands.
14. The use of the word desperate in combination with “alley sale” should have deterred me. Yet, here I am.
15. Don’t have to tell me twice.
16. There seems like room to haggle here.
17. I see it, Becky. I see it.
18-23. Yard thale. Snort.
24. The most interesting sale in town.
25. I am gay and will be going this way.
Happy shopping, friends. Don’t forget to comb through the free pile.