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fatrockstarI made $90. Yay me.
In hindsight, the items I wanted to get $$ for I should have priced WAY higher. I don't go to enough rummage/yard/garage sales to be familiar with the type of people who frequent them. So, for your amusement and my need to vent, here are a few observations:
1. If you have to go to an ATM for cash, break your fucking $20s first. Our sale started at 9, but the earlybirds all showed up around 8 wanting to pay for their 60c worth of tchotchkes with big bills. Hey, WE just showed up too, moron, and NO, it's not free because you lack foresight. I think I got lucky that my first customer paid for his $12 worth of music CDs with exact change.
2. Don't use haggling as an excuse to be an asshole. Oh MAN did I encounter all kinds today. One guy rudely haggled a price with me and then gloated as he handed me his money what a great deal he was getting. Once his cash was in my pocket I congratulated him and said "well, it's certainly more than I paid for it, sir. Enjoy!" His friends thought that was hysterical. He, of course, did not. Oh, and all sales are final. Have a great day!
3. It's really not necessary to haggle for everything, Lorraine. My neighbor's table went "half-price" at noon, which was great except her table was a foot from mine. This led a very pruny and snooty woman in plaid polyester to argue with me about MY table being half-price. "These are half-price, too?" she bullied at me. "Prices are as marked, ma'am," I said from behind my book. "Then this is 25c?" "My table is not half-price, ma'am. Miss Lois's table is. That frame is 50c." "25c?" Oh yes she could hear me. I gave her a look and we stared at each other for a few seconds. "It's only 25c if you take [another worthless item on my table] with it." Seriously, though -- why haggle something so small? Small victories, I guess. At least I got rid of more crap. Now it's HER problem.
4. It's not that hard to toss or donate the rest to charity. I'm a little sad to see some of that stuff go, but I never really noticed it until I dug it out of storage anyway. The longer it's been gone, the less I care that it's in someone else's hands now.
And I made $90!
In hindsight, the items I wanted to get $$ for I should have priced WAY higher. I don't go to enough rummage/yard/garage sales to be familiar with the type of people who frequent them. So, for your amusement and my need to vent, here are a few observations:
1. If you have to go to an ATM for cash, break your fucking $20s first. Our sale started at 9, but the earlybirds all showed up around 8 wanting to pay for their 60c worth of tchotchkes with big bills. Hey, WE just showed up too, moron, and NO, it's not free because you lack foresight. I think I got lucky that my first customer paid for his $12 worth of music CDs with exact change.
2. Don't use haggling as an excuse to be an asshole. Oh MAN did I encounter all kinds today. One guy rudely haggled a price with me and then gloated as he handed me his money what a great deal he was getting. Once his cash was in my pocket I congratulated him and said "well, it's certainly more than I paid for it, sir. Enjoy!" His friends thought that was hysterical. He, of course, did not. Oh, and all sales are final. Have a great day!
3. It's really not necessary to haggle for everything, Lorraine. My neighbor's table went "half-price" at noon, which was great except her table was a foot from mine. This led a very pruny and snooty woman in plaid polyester to argue with me about MY table being half-price. "These are half-price, too?" she bullied at me. "Prices are as marked, ma'am," I said from behind my book. "Then this is 25c?" "My table is not half-price, ma'am. Miss Lois's table is. That frame is 50c." "25c?" Oh yes she could hear me. I gave her a look and we stared at each other for a few seconds. "It's only 25c if you take [another worthless item on my table] with it." Seriously, though -- why haggle something so small? Small victories, I guess. At least I got rid of more crap. Now it's HER problem.
4. It's not that hard to toss or donate the rest to charity. I'm a little sad to see some of that stuff go, but I never really noticed it until I dug it out of storage anyway. The longer it's been gone, the less I care that it's in someone else's hands now.
And I made $90!
