"Are you throwing that out?"
That's what the guy in the Sanford & Son-like truck asked when he pulled up next to my weekly pile o' trash.
"Throwing what out?" I queried, looking back to see if I had mistakenly thrown out my cherry armoire.
"That old grill" said the old man.
"No" I began, leaning into the window. "This is how I appraise the value of my belongings. You see, I put them in front of my house and see how many folks come by to look at it."
Detecting my sarcasm, he started pulling away, muttering something about me being a mule or donkey. I waved and yelled "Bye, Bye, Fred. Say hi to Lamont and Aunt Esther!!"