Saturday morning, we were driving our daughter to ballet when we drove past this sign.
“Holy crap! A goth girl garage sale? In our neighborhood? We have GOT to check it out!”
Around Madison, like cities and towns across America, I suspect, garage sale season is in full swing. The challenge, if you’re going to attract visitors, is how to stand out or be remarkable (as Seth Godin would say).
These people seemed to have solved the problem. I’ve seen a lot of garage sales and even more garage sale signs, but I’ve never seen a Goth Girl Garage Sale sign (much less really any sign other than the standard fare).
Unfortunately, the garage sale didn’t quite live up to it’s billing. By John Wesley Harding’s definition in his song “Goth Girl,” these weren’t goth girls. The girls running the sale didn’t appear to be afraid of the sun, their boyfriends weren’t appropriately frail, there were no fake black magic accessories and none of them were wearing the lipstick.
Oh well, I still ended up buying Morrissey “Maladjusted” and Bronski Beat (who’d have thought they’d have a MySpace page?) “Truthdare Doubledare” on CD for $4 total.
