Just finished with my first ever garage sale. I spent weeks organizing and cleaning out all that stuff that accumulates. (It is amazing the things you will part with if you think you can get a dollar for them.) So here I was with a garage full of detrious. Then I invited my two best friends to bring their unwanteds and join me for a day of sales.
As a veteran jewelry maker and seller, I am accustomed to rude people saying all sorts of things to me that you would never think a polite person would think, let alone express verbally. So I figured “Give me your rude, unthinking masses yearning to find a bargain. I am ready.” Well, color me surprised. First there was the woman who arrived at 7:20 am for a 9:00 am yard sale and got snippy when I wouldn’t take $1 for a $2 item. “Lady, why should I reduce the price when I’m not even open yet?” I thought. Then there was the woman who offered me .50 cents for a $300 piece of luggage I had marked at $10. “How about $5?” I said. She said “It’s not worth $1.” I really should have asked her if insulting people’s taste usually gets her what she wants. Instead I just said, “If you won’t take it for $5, then I guess you don’t really want it.” Seriously, wouldn’t you rather give something to a thrift store and let them sell it and take the profit than sell it to someone who insults you? I know I would.
Anyway, let’s just chock this up to “People never cease to amaze me.”