Our refurbished 1958 Shasta "canned ham" trailer really brought home the bacon: interest was high from the moment I listed it on Airbnb.com.
Bridget said she hates mailing packages; so do I, but for $20 fee I was able to conquer my aversion and send her boxes.
I rented my daughter's wheels to a mom who wanted to try the bike out for her son. I gave her a good rate because it's a girl's bike.
My precious guitar was gathering dust; now, thanks to a guy name Josh, it's gathering dollars in my bank account.
Hillary, who lives in France, said she'd rather rent from an individual than a corporation. She returned our Saab unscathed.
I was worried that a guy from Texas named Ronald Lee might be a felon, but he turned out to be a delight.
Jude had seen dogs for rent in Japan, so my Craigslist ad didn't faze her. She was thrilled to pay $3 for an hour of fetch with our border collie. Julia and Tim also thought it was worth $3 to rent a dog for their kids instead of committing to canine ownership.
Amy said it seemed wasteful to buy a sander, and she liked the feeling of renting from a neighbor.
Our backyard deck was lying fallow until Romy and her friends rented out for a Sunday-afternoon party.