A mother from the town of Sale, Victoria, Australia. Any age from 14 to middle age. Sports oversized plain T-shirts, singlets and tight, bland track-pants that show off the underpant line. They are seen hunting in packs, their hair tied back in a pony tail with repulsive regrowth, tied back so violently, it pulls back the skin on the forehead, revealing the pimples on the pale skin that usually resides underneath the tarnished hair. The Sale Mum is an overweight specimen that is seen pushing a pram with very unfortunate tenants inside, and smoking PJ Blues from a 30 pack, spraying the unwanted youth with their smoke. Their presence is felt whilst walking past La Porchetta in the Mall or in the Shopping Centre, usually seen in shops such as GO-LO and The Reject Shop buying flimsy toys for their sadly underprivileged and fatherless children. Unfortuantely these beasts aren't smart, having dropped out of school at 11 to become a 'full time parent' (which consists of smoking bongs) and don't understand what sexual protection is, and when they're four months pregnant they aren't smart enough to get out the coathanger. They always wear too much make-up, and all it does is further enhance the foul properties of their face. If seen wearing shorts you will be unfortunate enough to capture a glimpse of their cellulite laden, unshaven legs. The language used by these creatures is foul and spoken in a high-pitched whine. They consist of roughly 75% of the female population of Sale.

Any store that has a '20%-50% off or more sale', but in reality its either a) barely anything is on sale or b) less than $3 is taken off of original price.

Aritzia has a tendency of doing it.

A dishonest, slimey, skanky, sales WHORE who will do, say, and promise anything to separate you from your hard-earned money.

An east coast version of a garage sale. A sale put on by one or more houses in a neighborhood in which you sell belongings no longer used in the house.

Better than your average everyday thrift store, far more exciting than a nasty old roadside yard sale and with a selection ten times more vast than the Swap Shop -- It's not just any regular sale, it's a Leek Sale, and it's fabulous because it exists only in the world of Micro Type Pro. Among the many titillating things you can find at a Leek Sale, a few are:

a jak salad;
a sad dad;
hash;
a fir desk;
a dike;

At a Leek Sale you will also find a good deal of lads and lasses to ask. Don't ask me what you're supposed to ask them –– you can ask a sad dad that.

Worry not if you don't find a great deal at a Leek Sale, because all jaks fall. Just remember to read all fall ads and add a jak next time, and all should be well.

When a skier or snowboarder eats it on the slopes and loses all of their gear. If a skier loses his skies, poles, hat, goggles, and anything else, shout "YARD SALE" from the ski lift above him.

(n.) A collection of pikeys selling stolen goods from the back of a Ford Escort in a private field. Also where one can find single mothers selling thier dead relatives' jewellry and dresses. What the lower class British used pre-ebay