Yard Sailing

"Yard sales," Dad muttered. "These vultures want you to practically give it away."

"Yeah, that's why you just sell the junk and donate the good stuff." One person's unwanted junk is another hoarder's treasure.

"Bunch of looky-loos," Dad grumbled, straightening a stack of autographed Joyce Meyer books.

Mrs. Katz from next door, who always smelled like Icy Hot and ginger snaps, picked up a bootleg copy of Alfred Hitchcock's The Lady Vanishes. "Well, lookee-here," she said, opening the empty case: "I guess the lady did vanish."

And, judging from the looks of things, she was the only thing that had.