What? A favourite
pastime of Canadians of all backgrounds living in cities: the garage sale. Yes folks,
get ready for dozens of miscellaneous baskets filled with useless trinkets you
hoard in your basement until you yourself host a garage sale. North Americans
aren’t always given the opportunity to haggle, but when it comes to garage
sales you better get your bargaining on or you’ll wind up with a bed spread
that you paid for half over the depreciation value.
Where?
Swansea
village, just below Bloor West and beside High Park. A community full of white
people anxious to turn their front lawn into a gypsy market. Roam the streets
off Windermere and Runnymede on a Saturday morning and you’ll find dozens,
lining the sidewalks with electronics from 1950 and crime mystery novels.
When? Some
unreasonable hour in the morning, usually during the summer months and on
weekends.
Who?
To
be completely honest, I was visiting my Grandma who I am certain was a wealthy
salesperson in a previous life. Give this woman a marker and random house junk,
then watch as the magic of selling things that could have been donated to
Goodwill anyways lands you tens of dollars after an eight hour day. We all love
it when Grandma holds garage sales because she also feeds us hot dogs and wine.
This is one person who takes selling household items seriously, and has it down
to a very fine art. We love you too,
Grandma.
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