Why Do People Shop

Why do other people go into a store? I have no idea, But when I go in, It’s a resale store, and I’m There to buy something. I don’t care if it’s a stuffed antelope With an orange neon butt, and a grin That makes me chuckle, and God forbid if It makes me laugh, because If it makes me laugh, Into the cart it goes. I usually fill up one red plastic cart, and Check out, run back in, and Fill up another cart, before My daughters know I’ve started Filling up their side of the car, Amazing the clerks, but Not my daughters. In 1985, during a little Weekly Saturday Caren wants to go To all the garage sales in the state day, I ran over a squirrel and we All cried. But we laughed again after taking all of the furniture And the bass boat out of The car, to re-load so we could Squash in a 9 foot giant stuffed lion Whose big half-on head lolled out Behind my headrest, waving in the Driver’s window at oncoming Traffic for a couple of towns or two. My two youngest, happiest daughters were Laughing all the way home. I think we sang too, Leaving out all the words I did not know, but at the Top of our joyful lungs. The 13 year-old daughter was not with us, of course, as I was an Embarrassment to her those First 20 years. What a great day! A Caren Garage Sale Frenzy day. I live for those.