This past weekend, I added another "first" to my ever-increasing resume. Dana and I sifted, sorted, packaged, and priced - and stocked our front lawn with high quality items priced to sell.
Here are the highlights:
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People buy some of the dumbest stuff. Dana collected a bucket of pens and hawked it for a buck. We basically sold our junk drawer for a buck.
Having a yard sale makes you feel kind of naked. When people come buy and looked, I almost wanted to explain why I had certain stuff.
People will buy anything if a) it is in the "Everything is a quarter" section b) they can talk you down from whatever price is on it. Go ahead - stick a 25 cent sign on a pile of poo - I guarantee someone will buy it. It's only a quarter!
Yard sales bring out some interesting characters. I was seriously intimidated by some of the professional yard-customers that our sale brought out. They had it almost down to a science - pull up in car, hop out, quickly rifle through stuff, if something found - signal to driver / if nothing found - run and hop back into car and drive to next sale.
I was expecting some haggling, but only a couple people did and they did it with Dana, who is an expert haggler. Everyone should marry someone who is an expert haggler.
The haggler-come on: "What is the least you would take for this?" Made me feel kind of cheap.
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Overall, it was a good day. We made some scratch, met some interesting folk, and lightened our load for the B(i)G move.
Peace and grease. I'm out like a pro yard-saler at a crappy yard sale.
