The May long weekend.
It's cool and depressing Saturday morning, and all of the listings are for either the deep south of the city or the far north.
A brief walk around the neighborhood turns up a single sign, following the arrow I end up nowhere. And that's garage sales for week 6. I go home and nap until work.
Sunday morning I found another sign, pointing at the same sale, and so I looked further - there's something just not right about a weekend without garage sales, and eventually, after much alley walking, found it. A sampling of comic books, some good antique typewriters (but I don't need a "good" one, I need one that's decrepit beyond repair...), some good movies (A Clockwork Orange, Dr. Strangelove, Miyazaki), but on VHS and I'd pick them up for the people at work, but they don't have VCR's. There's a giant agricultural scale, weighs up to 1600 lbs, but it weighs (in itself) 120 lbs and while it'd be a great ornament for my bathroom I have to be real....
All in all a bust.