Garage Sale

I was wondering around at a nearby garage sale in my neighborhood. What? I’m a cheap bastard, and I love finding cool knickknacks. So here I am, searching another man’s trash, looking for my treasure. I walked around the tables laid out on the driveway. The sun was beating down on my head. Even through the baseball cap, my head felt hot and sunburnt. I wanted to get out of the heat, but before leaving I did one more pass of the items on the table.

On one of the tables an object stood out.

It was an old polaroid camera. I picked it up and realized there was a note attached to the bottom. “Write in the margins for a fun surprise”. Hmm, must’ve been a note for something else that had gotten stuck on it. Flipping it around in my hands I realized that there were three letters underneath.

L.D.R.

Curious… not sure what that means, but I grabbed it and asked the old lady running the garage sale how much. She gave me this look of shock, or maybe even surprise? Her smile quickly returned and she sold it to me for $5.

Nice! What a steal that was, and she even threw in some film cartridges with it. I wanted to test it out, so I looked around the sale to take a picture. When deciding what to capture on camera I noticed there was a beautiful woman looking around the tables. She was absolutely stunning. Yeah it may seem weird to take pictures of random people, but I still decided to snap a quick pick.

The camera dispensed the photo and it immediately started developing. Snatching it, I waved it back and forth trying to help it develop, but I’ve heard recently that it doesn’t actually help it. Who knows? Doesn’t matter though, the camera obviously still worked, and in fact, the picture was almost perfectly clear, unlike how I remember polaroids being. If remembering correctly they were usually grainy, and the colors were slightly off. Almost as if they had a filter on.

I wanted to label it to start a collection of pictures. I made the short journey back to my truck and found a pen waiting for me inside. Clicking it open, I wrote on the border of the photo. You know, the little white spot on the bottom? Yeah that. I admired the raw beauty of the lady. The only words I could think of to describe it was “naked beauty”. Yeah that sounded right, so I wrote it down.

Naked Beauty

I looked at the photo and clicked my pen shut. Yeah that should be good. The perfect image of a naked brunette with a sexy tattoo…. hold on. That isn’t right. The woman was now naked!

Starring at the photo, I quickly flipped it upside down worried someone might see me holding it. But then I heard a scream. I looked up toward the garage sale and couldn’t believe my eyes. I had to do a double take because surely I was going insane. The woman was fully naked! Broad daylight! She was trying to cover herself up, and the other people at the sale were staring in shock.

I stared for a moment and then looked down at the photo. “naked beauty…”

I quickly hopped in my truck and drove away, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t have an erection on the way home.

Once home I found the note attached to the bottom of the camera. “Write in the margins for a fun surprise.” So the note was for the polaroid? What was going on here? Surely this isn’t real? Right?…