My Dear Friend, Oh My Goodness!

I have a friend and I'll just say her name is B.

 I’m keeping her identity secret,

to protect the not quite so innocent.

 She’s a dear senior friend

from the  Senior Center where I volunteer.

B. loves to shop yard sales.

She's a lucky pro at

 finding special items that she can use

 for decorating potluck tables,

 raffle baskets, and special gifts for the seniors and her friends.

She remembers what you like,

 and what items you may be on the look out for as well,

even if it's several months afterwards.

    So, B.  was out this past weekend finding ~as usual ~ great bargains.

She did find something special

that she wanted to use to decorate the tables

 for the Senior’s potluck in December.

They were  high quality  battery powered Christmas lights

that she thought would be great under some gauzy fabric

  and  tucked around small decorated tabletop Christmas trees .

 The perfect find.

 There were about 15 sets

which would  have been  used for the banquet tables

 were the food would be set up,

and one for each of the 9 or so round tables that we set.

B. asks the yard sale person what the price was as they were unmarked.

She  excitedly told her what she wanted to use the lights for,

 all the while holding a great pair of jeans she wanted to purchase as well.

 The homeowner says:

 “Hmmm, these belong to my neighbor and she’s not here.

 I didn’t know these were here……

they’re not for sale!”

B. was shocked I tell you.

 But you know what?

B. tells the lady “Fine, you can keep the jeans as well."

The homeowner was a bit snotty and says:

“Well, I pleased one customer today and displeased another.”

B.  is fuming by this time and here's what my feisty friend did.

 On her way back down  the street,

retracing the direction and advertising signs for the yard sale,

she stopped at each  and every one,

 removed them,

 and brought them home with her

 to put them in the trash.

I'll tell you one thing about my dear friend.

You  don’t mess around with B.