And today, the BSCs brought their finest crazy. First, my next door neighbor reported seeing a woman pushing an HEB shopping cart through the 'hood to gather her goods. Now that, my friends, is class- stealing a grocery cart and hauling it hood-to-hood on your Saturday morning garage sale excursions. Then, when the kids and I took off to drive to a park outside the 'hood and away from the BSCs, I opened my garage door for the thirty five seconds it took to load up our stroller and get into the vehicle. I was bum rushed by some woman asking if the baby swing (INSIDE the garage, shoved in corner and leaned up against the wall) was for sale. Lady, does it LOOK like a garage sale in here? Do most garage sales you shop feature a lady backing her car out, no tables or price stickers, and ONE swing up for sale? If they do, your garage sale selections kind of suck. Now kindly move along before I run you over. And just before we exited the 'hood and left the carnival of craziness behind, I spotted a truck hauling a lawn maintenance trailer with a crusty old mattress piled amongst the mowers and weed whackers. The part truly worth mentioning? The THREE SMALL CHILDREN LAYING ON THE MATTRESS. Did I also mention the truck was MOVING?
Oh. Em. Gee.