There was a garage sale in my area, which kind of blew my mind, because in my newly minted life as an adult woman,

fourth year of college and all, I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen one in my waking life.

I started a bucket list, filled with some rather plain activities, as my newest attempt to fight the creeping depersonalization that

plagued me for the last year or so. Once I saw the sale, I immediately added it to my list,

then went there, crossed it off. The sale itself was pretty pathetic. Nothing I would ever do a double take for in a store.

Nevertheless, I spotted a single cartridge for an N64 game that I hadn't seen before,

and wanting to come back with some sort of trophy, I snagged it.

The old lady running the show squinted with her glasses on while I held it out in front of her.

"'Must be Marty's,' she said, looking rather confused.

"'Ten dollars?'

"'Cue that stock, chiching sound, and off I went home to my half of the apartment that I was sharing with Kelsey.

"'Celsea, with the fantastic self-discipline, the great diet, the great job, my true foil and

polar opposite. I entered. She was in the kitchen, chopping vegetables, and measuring her food

because being hot was its own full-time job, and I respected it. I lingered for five seconds,

so she knew to ask about my day. How was your day, Sadie? She eventually it. I lingered for five seconds, so she knew to ask about my day.

How was your day, Sadie? She eventually asked. I leaned over the dining table chair and said,

I went to a garage sale. Uh-huh. Why? It was on my bucket list. Why do you have a bucket list?

You're like a baby. Because like life, it's fleeting and like the human experience or whatever. She squinted.

Is it an actual physical list? Or doc mainly, I said back, and then some scribbles in my notebook. I couldn't tell her she was impressed or confused.

Okay.

I thought twice about whether I should flash her the cartridge as proof of purchase,

but didn't seem that she found the venture as impressive as I did,

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