Friday, April 14, 2006

'Tis the Season of the Garage Sale

I stopped at a garage sale the other day. I like going to garage sales for the same reasons as other people might have. Looking at other people's crap and deciding I might need it, is actually kind of fun for me. But I also go because I like to people watch. Watching the other potential buyers is way fun. I like to think that I am at the top of the totem pole of garage salers.

I saw a woman the other day that wanted to try on a 50 cent pair of jeans. She was actually arguing with the owner of the sale, saying that she wouldn't buy it if she couldn't try it on. The owner basically said I don't care, it's 50 cents for cripes sake.

Another person pulled up and was carrying a bag of stuff. I didn't think anything of it, until I just happened to overhear the conversation this chick was having with the owner of the sale. The chick wanted to take the blouse back that she had bought, because it didn't fit! What did she think, that she was at a Walmart? These people don't want to take stuff back, they are trying too hard to get rid of it.

Sometimes I just gotta shake my head at the antics of stupid people. It reminds me of one of the few times I have had a garage sale. We lived in Indiana and out there, they call 'em rummage sales. My mother-in-law says, "Hey, Kimberly. Do you want to go rummaging?" I never said anything but it always made me think of dumpsters. Dumpster diving is not on my list of favorite things to do. Anyway, we had quite a bit of stuff we were getting rid of, and I made the mistake of advertising in the newspaper. I specifically said "NO EARLY BIRDS 9-5". That's what the mother-in-law said to do. Guess what? It didn't work.

Some woman knocked on my door at 6:30 AM!! I kid you not! I wasn't even awake yet. Pre-coffee. I answered the door, thinking maybe somebody needed help or something. She seemed not to notice the sleep goo still in my eyes, the pajamas, or the fact that my hair was sticking straight up, when she asked me, "Exactly what kind of furniture do you have?" Huh? At this point I had only been awake for about a minute. I said, "Excuse me?" She patiently repeated her request. I told her to come back at nine. I started to close the door and she actually stuck her foot in it to keep it from shutting. The she started to explain that she was on her way to work and didn't want to miss all the good stuff, blah, blah, blah. I can't believe she actually thought that I would let her in my house at 6:30 in the morning. We weren't even set up yet. I told her sorry and again tried to shut the door, this time successfully. But here is the real kicker to the story.

She then came back. At around 6:00pm that night. We'd already covered the tables and packed it in for the day, and were eating dinner. (the ad said 9-5, remember?). I let my husband take care of it that time. I was afraid I might do something bad to this person. I hate stupid people, but I hate rude people who have no sense even worse. Maybe she really needed furniture. I don't know, and I don't care.

Anyway, I guess there are good and bad parts to garage saleing/rummaging. But I would rather go to a sale then have one. Amen.

5 comments:

  1. Ingrid1:29 PM

    Heh Kim! Yearly sale is next Month. Wanta come? IO

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  2. Sonja7:05 PM

    I only have one word for you-
    "PASS!!!"
    LMAO--ooh remember garage saleing in your truck with no exhaust??? Those were the days.

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  3. And what's wrong with letting people know I was on the way, with no muffler on my 73 Ford Courier with the hot pink pin strip and heart shaped pink mojack wheels. Oh my gawd! That was a cool ass truck if I do say so myself. Actually I would probably be the only one who said so. No better then your Chevy Luv, Sonja. Squeek, squeek, squeek. (oh, honey the pizza girl is here) BWAAHAHAHA

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  4. If it were me, she would be walking with a limp, cuz I would have successfully closed the door the first time.

    Oh, with a polite F'off to boot.

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