Ah, the joys of Garage Sale-ing

I don't think that is even a word, is it? Garage saleing? People use it all the time. It is simultaneously a noun and a verb. "We are going garage sale-ing this weekend. Want to come?"

No, not really. I have enough junk I don't need and probably should not keep already. Why would I want to tour random neighborhoods perusing piles of other people's unneeded, unwanted junk? Oh, sure, every so often you hear about someone finding a classic painting at one or some vital historical document. And pretty soon I intend to purchase a bicycle, so I might look for one in garage sales that I am passing, though they will never be a destination for me like they are for people who look in newspapers for good garage sales.

And I am certainly not going to look for a food container at a garage sale. I love cookies and certainly would not mind having another cookie jar around the house but do I really want to use one I find at a garage sale? It could have some nasty germ or virus or an ex-wife's ashes in it....

Just think, they could have put it in a football and gone around kicking her ash all the time...