Ah, the vaunted Garage Sale. It's finally here, and we're sequestered in the kitchen, discouraged from interacting with the folks who will be our valuables. The first day of the sale, we took in $1600. Hardly worth the effort, especially since the tag sale people are taking the first $2500. Nevertheless, it was a good exercise in sorting and storing and the absolute lack of importance of stuff.
Why is is, then, that, my stuff is looking better all the time and I get the shudders at the thought of dumpstering it? Maybe I can take some back when John's not looking. I've already had to reclaim three coffee mugs and a serving bowl or two, since everything else is packed away.
There is one garage sale lady, a poor needy soul who follows me around all day and says unnecessary things just prove to herself that she's still here. Nevertheless, she brought a young girl just out of grad school today, a church acquaintance, who needs everything to furnish her new apartment. As I write this, she's buying my couch, coffee table, drapes and a set of dishes.
Yahoo, I've almost paid the garage sale people. Thank god John doesn't know this, or he'd be giving me an "I told you so" and grumping about strange people walking all over his house. Truth be told, I rather enjoy it. It's an opportunity to observe human behavior and the lengths people will go to get a bargain. Like walking up a 150 foot, 45 degree hill, in 85 degree weather.
Ooops, that was a huge thump just over my head. I'm definitely going to investigate this one.
Betty
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Oh joyous fossicking! We haven’t compared garage sales between cultures though. Ours are run like this. You put an advert in the local paper that says Everything Must Go, it starts at 8 am you get ready for 7am, everyone knows the unspoken rule, First In first Served. You sort your stuff, never throw out the items YOU think are junk, stick a vague price on it put a sign up that says IF IN DOUBT MAKE AN OFFER, forget a chair to sit on or the cup of tea it’ll all be gone by 10 am. You still get to witness human behaviour especially the Fight for the Gasp where if one person inadvertently takes in a loud breath upon seeing an item the whole room makes any excuse to appear in that corner and tries to take it off the gasper or claim they saw it first. In fact, the only people u need employ are your large relatives who can look fierce (and lets face it they’re cheap to run on a cup of tea and fresh scones.) No commission, its all yours and what an insight into the behaviour of the neighbourhood your leaving behind.
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