…have a garage sale again. You know how I often say: write stuff down, for you will surely forget it? Well, this day reminds me to write stuff down, lest I forget and fall into temptation. So, the temptation was before me: should we have a garage sale or not? So… I was thinking this morning: O, what was I thinking? And then we had a couple of people come by and look at the things.
“What will you take for these?”
“O, that’s too much.”
“What? I paid 40 x’s that much for those.” (O, btw, that’s what I was thinking!)
Then I say… “Okay… one (1) dollar.”
“O, okay… I guess I could pay that much.”
“Riiiiiiigggghhhttt.” (O, sorry… I thought that one, too)
And sweetly smiled and thanked the man
profusely for coming by and parting with *ON*E* dollar.
“How much for the gate?
“O, that’s too much. I wanted wood.”
I’m smarter now… “O, I see. Sorry, we couldn’t help you there.”
“We need it for the dog.”
“Hmmm…” (I say, smiling)
“O, well…. I guess we’ll have to… keep looking…”
“Okaaaaay. Sorry, Eeyore. Have a nice day!”
(O, c’mon, I’m just kidding —I don’t know if the man’s name was Eeyore or not. I *did* smile and tell them, Have a nice day!)
Here we have all this
gloriously valuable stuff (well, maybe some of it is really junque) and we also have a rainy nice spot to set it out and, we do, after all, have all the traffic in the county driving by, so… how about a garage sale? That was two days ago.
Today we’ve tarped and untarped, tarped and untarped… the showroom area. ~wink~ And people have stopped by and have parted with hard earned
dollars quarters. And the children have had opportunity to demonstrate sweet manners and self control (to not make comments about this or that “customer” and how much we originally thought we ask for this or that item) and to help keep things neat and orderly. They’ve seen free enterprise at work—read: free.
So, I’m inside taking a break, reading mail, drinking a cup of Earl Grey Tea and eating a Zone bar… and decided to blog this day… so that perhaps someone can remind me, in case I forget… that I don’t ever want to ever have another garage sale ever again. Ever. And I hope there isn’t a next time that I… blog on this.
Well, gotta go… it’s my turn to man the
can of quarters cash box and greet the shoppers. The greeting the shoppers really has been nice. I’m thinking I’d be a whole lot better at just putting out a sign and say something like: Come by for a cup of tea… you don’t even have to buy it!