Monday, November 7, 2011
Yard Sales
Yard sales are at least a little scary and a big pain in the ass, for me, at least. I saved so many things for years thinking “I will make a few bucks and have a garage sale.” I tried to sell the big items through my work classified ads. No luck there either. I had a woman tell me sure she take it and she never brought it up again. I did ask her about it a couple of times with no luck. So it sat even longer.
You may think to yourself that you don’t have a lot of stuff that you want to keep everything that you have got and acquire even more. But you are only fooling yourself. I think we all horde at least to some degree. I mean really, even the folks who “collect” items, if you think about it that is a type of hoarding.
So I was too much of a cheapskate to take out an ad in the paper. So I posted on craigslist.org a few times prior to the big day put out signs and hoped that would be enough. I have to admit for not really having a good ad campaign we did get a pretty good turnout.
I was all worried about making change so I stopped by the bank and got a ton of ones and some fives. The funny thing was that most folks had correct change and one lady even apologized for giving me a twenty to break. Overall it was pretty good. We got a couple of crotchety old women that did not say two words to us even after being greeted.
There was a group of early twenty-somethings that were just a bit scary and seemed like they might have been strung out on some drug of some sort. They were incredibly nice to us but what I found really amusing is that the young girl, obviously the leader had yelled at the young dark haired man “NO” to his request to purchase the motorcycle helmet for $25 (a $280 helmet worn twice) and when she got her chubby little butt out of the van brought a outdoor Christmas decoration that was eight bucks. But hey, I guess everyone has different priorities.
We did manage to make some money to offset the bills that are behind. What did not sell went out as donations to the Goodwill and the public library book store. The funny thing was that the sofa, Oriental rug and dining buffet were taken before nightfall by some phantom that swooped in faster than we could see. Some items did get thrown away and I had to chuckle when the Spanish guy from down the road started picking everything from the yard sale out of our garbage can. I suppose one man’s trash is another one’s treasure after all. Personally I think the guy may have had a little bit crazy flowing through his veins.
The one thing that kinda chaps my ass is that the cool vintage bamboo fan back chair left out front was the last thing to go. Somebody even swiped the cushion without taking the chair. People crazy as a group and sometimes crazier individually.
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