When I got home tonight, Zeke immediately ran up to the car and demanded to know if I had three dollars. When I said that I did, he told me to give them to him. I guess he had been industriously setting up a sidewalk sale of sorts. He had chalk out and had outlined everything he could find, including his wading pool, bicycle, tricycle, camping chairs and even a weed. Then he had written amounts next to each one. Apparently I could purchase the camping chair for $3. (The weed had a zero written next to it.) And there was a bit of false advertising, as he was calling the pool "new."
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