Yard Sale
My sweet neighbor called on Thursday and asked if we wanted to participate in a yard sale with her on Saturday. It was short notice, but we knew we had a ton of stuff that we didn’t need to be hauling halfway across the country so we decided we were in.
We stayed up late Friday night hauling things out of the attic and labeling them. Our house looks like someone ransacked it — that someone was us. Bright and early at 6 am, we lugged our zombie bodies out of bed and began setting up for the big sale. Of course, the yard sale professionals were out and poking around at our stuff before we could even get it all set up.
I am convinced that yard sales bring out a certain kind of folks. Very special. Different.
There was the one lady who approached my neighbors house asking if their dog, Amos, was for sale. She didn’t seem to be kidding.
Then there were the people who bought things even when they didn’t know what it was. Wonder if they are a candidate for “Hoarders.”
Or the very pregnant Asian lady who wanted to get an impromptu tour of our house because she was looking for a new house. She was very concerned about the trees in the backyard — it was too shady — and asked if it was illegal to cut them down.
Then there was the master yard sale queen disguised as a sweet innocent elderly lady. She bought a ton of stuff but haggled for everything — old people could literally rob me blind and I would happily oblige. She even tried to haggle us out of our stackable washer and dryer which we weren’t even selling. If she would have tried a little harder we might have sold them to her! Oh, and she walked to our house from several blocks away, and sweetly convinced us to deliver everything to her. Not sure how she got that one past us!
All in all we made a little bit of money and got a lot of stuff out of our house — which was a huge deal. What we didn’t sell went on the truck for the Disabled American Veterans.
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