Note to Self:
October 28th, 2007
Tag sale + windy, autumn weather = $11.
And one of those dollars wasn’t even pulled down during regular tagging hours. Some jamoke in flip-flops rang my doorbell a few hours after the 50-degree chill forced us to pack it in early. He was nice enough, this guy I’d guess to be in his late-60s. So I let him inside to rifle through a few boxes. He left after a few minutes with a $1 book about young Americans and financial debt — no doubt an obligatory purchase for troubling us after hours.
Either that or some Yalie maxed out on her J.Crew credit card is about to get a serious lecture from Grandaddy.
So, anyway. Duly noted. Tag sales don’t really work so much in late October. It’s hard to sell stuff that keeps blowing onto the sidewalk.
