We're back on the streets of Chicago, pawing through strangers' garages in search for game and geek-based treasure! Need to catch up on prior garagesaling exploits? Check out the archives!
Glenn: Next time I'm sick and want to go wandering around Chicago for several hours, baking in the swamp-like humidity, slap me.
unitdaisy: I did think it unwise, but you clearly verbalized your wish to explore the unknown and swampy.
Glenn: I don't remember much about this week, apart from feeling like I was moving underwater and everything and everyone was swimming slowly around me so ... I'm going to need a little help here.
unitdaisy: We went to a neighborhood sale. They supplied a nearly useless map, and most of the sales were streets and streets away from one another. Not very neighborly if you ask me. No wonder you were disoriented.
Glenn: Sale ... so far away ... *schhhhhnnnckl*
Glenn: Game Boy games!! I hope they have Super Mario Advance 2. I want to play Super Mario Advance 2 on the couch. With some soup. And pillows. Lots of pillows.
unitdaisy: The cracking young entrepreneurs didn't think ahead to have change on hand...
Glenn: Change? What do you want me to change? What does that have to do with my $20 bill?
unitdaisy: ...plunging my poor cotton-brained companion into despair.
unitdaisy: I thought these shiny mechanical people would make good friends for sick people. Even through delirium, I was firmly corrected.
Glenn: Jiggers and a horse's ass. What was I thinking?
unitdaisy: I dare not suggest.
Glenn: That Rocktober towel might go well with some technyquil.
unitdaisy: You will not find any of that in our house. Our house which has no room for Rocktober towels either.
Glenn: To alleviate sinus pain, take two of these and call Dr. Mario in the morning.
unitdaisy: Vindication! I am saving the world one sick person at a time when I play Dr. Mario for hours!
Glenn: I can't play these on the couch.
unitdaisy: Unhelpful games, shame on them for being inaccessible from a prone position.
Glenn: Poor orphaned controllers. Someone will find you a nice home.
unitdaisy: Not our home! He gets a little sick and suddenly every lost puppy and controller plays on his sympathies.
Glenn: Doggie Robot, can you make me feel better?
unitdaisy: See?
Glenn: The owl was the last straw.
unitdaisy: Indeed and although you were quite a trooper (I was worried). It was time to retire to the gentle comfort of sleeper sofa and pillows.