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Selling my memories cheap
Oct. 1st, 2006 09:42 amDid moderately well at the garage/yard sale. Between the four of us, we made $220. I personally made $56, although there was some funny business with some my colleagues' change-making and I somehow wound up with $52. I'm not going to make a federal case, but as I was practically giving stuff away, that $5 probably represents several post-treasures.
Most important: we got rid of a ton of junk.
The roommate, who is insane, was already out there at 9 a.m. rearranging things. Apparently, with all of Sunday to go and trash day not until tomorrow, she couldn't wait an hour for me to check mail and get showered. And you know what? I'm going to not feel guilty or intimidated and allow her to be insane. Maybe if she gives me back the five dollars...
Lynn and Sarita are enthusiastic about having another garage sale in the spring but since the roommate and I did most of the legwork, we are less than enthusiastic. "We'll see," was about all we could muster when they mentioned it.
Garage sales are an interesting people-watching experience. Most were nice enough folks, but we did get a couple of people who told these incredibly heart-rending stories while they were trying to get us to sell them, for example, a skill saw for $2 instead of $5; we got some collector/scammers; lots of people who didn't think we understood Spanish; a psychic who asked to touch us so she could read our auras (hey, it's California); and only one totally freaky sociopath.
(He marched in through all the junk straight to the table we were sitting at and having our bagels and coffee, stood in front of the table and coughed. Then he'd move to various areas of the sale, standing in one place staring and continuously hitching up his droopy shorts. Then he picked up a world globe from the seventies and said with minimal lip movement, "How much?" "A quarter," I said. He fished in the pocket of the droopy shorts, making them droop further, retrieved a quarter and threw it at me from about twenty feet away. "Gee, thanks," I said with as much sarcasm as I could muster--which is considerable. Then he asked, "Do you have any small balls?" "No," I said, and the roommate mumbled, "But I bet he does." All us wimmen laughed and he hitched up his shorts and huffed off.)
Most important: we got rid of a ton of junk.
The roommate, who is insane, was already out there at 9 a.m. rearranging things. Apparently, with all of Sunday to go and trash day not until tomorrow, she couldn't wait an hour for me to check mail and get showered. And you know what? I'm going to not feel guilty or intimidated and allow her to be insane. Maybe if she gives me back the five dollars...
Lynn and Sarita are enthusiastic about having another garage sale in the spring but since the roommate and I did most of the legwork, we are less than enthusiastic. "We'll see," was about all we could muster when they mentioned it.
Garage sales are an interesting people-watching experience. Most were nice enough folks, but we did get a couple of people who told these incredibly heart-rending stories while they were trying to get us to sell them, for example, a skill saw for $2 instead of $5; we got some collector/scammers; lots of people who didn't think we understood Spanish; a psychic who asked to touch us so she could read our auras (hey, it's California); and only one totally freaky sociopath.
(He marched in through all the junk straight to the table we were sitting at and having our bagels and coffee, stood in front of the table and coughed. Then he'd move to various areas of the sale, standing in one place staring and continuously hitching up his droopy shorts. Then he picked up a world globe from the seventies and said with minimal lip movement, "How much?" "A quarter," I said. He fished in the pocket of the droopy shorts, making them droop further, retrieved a quarter and threw it at me from about twenty feet away. "Gee, thanks," I said with as much sarcasm as I could muster--which is considerable. Then he asked, "Do you have any small balls?" "No," I said, and the roommate mumbled, "But I bet he does." All us wimmen laughed and he hitched up his shorts and huffed off.)