The neighbors across the street had worked all morning on a huge sale in their front yard.
Cars lined the street outside the apartment where I lived at the time as people flocked to the sale like bees to a honeycomb.
Glancing out the window of the apartment, I spotted a very beautiful bride doll. Being a die hard doll collector, my heart skipped quite a few beats looking at that bride. Being the good neighbor I was, I decided to attend that sale. Of course, I had no idea who lived in that house. None of the neighbors commingled with each other. Ever.
Anyway, she was a beauty alright but the price was way more than I could afford.
By the end of the afternoon, I took one last big breath and ventured to the window. The people were putting left over items into boxes. The sale was over.
What about the bride doll? OMG! She had not been sold. No one bought that fabulous doll.
"Sold," I said, unzipping the little purse. It was hard not to let out an ear-piercing scream.