I spotted this discarded garage sale sign on the footpath beside busy Kapiti Road in Paraparaumu Beach a few days ago. I love the way in which the careful mission statement on the left sets out a comprehensive list of goals, perhaps for a retiree or suburban hausfrau, but in the end the pressing need for a garage sale sign proved too great. In comparison, the column on the right, written in the same handwriting, has just the one line. Is Peter much less methodical than his wife? Has he recycled his wife's list without her knowledge? Or is there some tragic pathos at work - perhaps she's no longer around (for whatever reason) and the garage sale is to dispose of her effects? Who would've thought that the suburbs held so many unanswered questions?