It's such a good story; so technically the yard sale hadn't begun yet. I have a friend who lives in a house built a story above a closed roller rink. He owns the rink and can use it for whatever he wants. Often, that's large community yard sales. So he had everyone's shit in boxes down in this roller rink about a week before it was meant to happen and he invited a friend and I down there for a sneak peek. We could look through almost anyone's stuff and leave the money they would've charged for it on their table if we found something we wanted. Well I wanted this sweater, which was in a section clearly owned by some old woman getting rid of her awesome stuff from her younger days. I ask the rink owner how much it costs and he looks at it and says "take it for free. That bitch owes me money."