So, today is the Bryn Mawr Festival of Garage Sales (just ignore the fact that the title of that page is “Annual Potluck Dinner”… I guess the web is hard). Now I happen to live in the Bryn Mawr neighborhood which means that once a year my quiet little enclave is invaded by hoards of strangers, all looking to spend money on other people’s crap.
Of course, there is also a mini-doughnut vendor in the area for the day, so it’s not all bad.
Not sure why I’m mentioning this, except that I looked outside today and the entire street is filled with cars and the alley is filled with people. That’s why I’m hiding inside.
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