It was two days ago and I’m still recuperating. A bitterly cold day, with rain just ending at 7 a.m., whereupon I lurched into action hauling stuff outside. People began showing up right at 8 and I was scrambling for the next 4 hours. Sometimes it’s hard to do things like this as a one-man band.
A whirlwind of activity. Two hours later I was still remembering stuff I forgot to bring out. Wanted to shut it down at 11:00, as planned, but people just kept straggling in. Finally staggered inside at about 12:30, frozen and sore all over.
End result – made a couple hundred dollars, cleared a fair amount of space in garage. Generally should have charged more for things, but of course I didn’t have time to pre-price anything, and I’m kind of a soft touch when it comes to pricing on the fly. And I’m an absolute and total failure when it comes to haggling.
Oh well, the most important thing was to get rid of stuff. And hopefully make a few happy matches of item to buyer. Example: the three girls, roommates outfitting a new apartment, who excitedly picked up my retro coffee table and side table. Or the little girl clutching the princess jigsaw puzzle. Or the couple from a few doors down, first-time pregnant, who picked out Goodnight Moon and a wee pair of hockey skates.
Or the older fellow who wanted to see my drafting table because he makes birdhouses and his wife is getting annoyed at him using her kitchen table for his workspace. (He didn’t end up buying it, because it wasn’t made of wood, but he did pick up an armful of file folders.)
I ain't payin' more than a nickel!
The people who made the day a drag, on the other hand, were those ones who arrived scowling, frowned at everything they saw, and gasped in disbelief and dismay when I told them the price. The worst was the old guy who actually laughed in my face when I asked for $2 for a hanging garage-style worklight. So unpleasant! So rude! So disappointing!
There were, thankfully, lots of people who chatted and smiled and joked with me as they looked over everything, and didn’t approach the whole exercise as some kind of cut-throat showdown.
Anyhow, it’s over.
P.S. The surprises: Not even broke college girls will so much as look at a massive old tv. (it ended up on the curb for free and still didn’t disappear!) Plus: Nobody needs martini glasses?? Are they passé or something?