Jonny Droppings, a technical school dropout, cruised the town of afternoons, looking for tag sales.
"They're so gay and vibrant!" he would often exclaim before receiving the beating of his life.
"And what of estate sales?" inquired Finula.
"What of them," Jonny sneered, "They're depressing. The entire contents of a man's house strewn before you because he just went bankrupt. Frankly, Finula, I find the mere idea of it utterly tasteless."
"You have such depth of feeling, Jonny. Marry me!"
"Give me one good reason."
"My biological clock is ticking."
"Gross!"