Nolan didn't so much help at the garage sale, as stand in the back and make snarky comments about everyone. And it's not like he could help it. Good heavens. It does, truly, take all kinds. YIKES. Our play takes place today in the windy Texas panhandle... where 75 mile per hour gusts are not necessarily hyperbole.
(Looking out at it all, Nolan has a distasteful look on his face. I walk over to him )
Carrie. Hey, we've gone to garage sales over the years. Do we look like that? (points covertly at what looks like perhaps the dregs of humanity)
Nolan. (grimaces) Gah, no! We're much prettier than they are.
Carrie. Oh, thank God.
Nolan. (nods sagely)
(The later, I hear him mutter)
Nolan. (glares and growls at weird man from his spot at very back of garage) This isn't a bus stop, pal. No standing around without buying something. Go to the public library if you want to browse. (Carrie loves Nolan. He makes me LAUGH.)
Anyway, it's all over. Go sell crazy somewhere else. We're all stocked up, here. Oh, and rainpuddle13? We've had a forecast for SNOW tomorrow! =D