Why yes, that was me sitting in a collapsing lawn chair behind a splendid array of household treasures, also known as junk, during the community yard sale.
Can you say, “Man out of his element”? Or perhaps, “Out of his mind”?
It seemed like a good idea when I signed up: Drag a bunch of old stuff out to the front yard, set it on a table, make money. Even better, I knew that a bunch of my neighbors would be doing the same thing, so there would be plenty of traffic. More customers, more sales. Right?