The highlight, was when a man named Steve who also went by the nickname Moose showed up at our yard sale. Moose: tan, toothless, loud, laughing, came over muttering how "he wished he was drunk (mind you this was 8:30am)." Moose traded us a 7 person tent for a cup of lemonade. When Moose took a sip, he poured the cup right out. He was a polite man, completed each sentence with a "thank you mam' ." Moose explained how he sometimes slept in the bushes across the street from Shola's house. Moose, who was originally from Texas (the same town as George and Laura Bush) explained that usually he spends his time working on an oil rig in Texas, but decided to take the year off to be homeless in Portland, Oregon (which makes total sense). When I asked Moose how he will ever get back to Texas, he responded with "Well I'll just call aunt Dot. Her real name is Dorthy, but we call her Dot, and she has money to send me home." After the third stop by our sale (not to mention countless wisdom about which Plaid Pantry workers were "cool", and "real fucking assholes"), Moose decided it was time to take his tent back "he needed it to sleep in" (fair excuse I guess).
Thank you to everyone who stopped by. For those of you who couldn't make it, you'll have a second chance for lemonade and baked goods! We've decided to have a regular lemonade and cupcake stand. Keep your specs peeled.