I listed my Yard Sale, (so called because last time I had one of these selling extravaganzas, I called it a Garage Sale and several people wanted me to open up my garage so they could shop in there too.....sheeshzzzzzzz), on Craigslist. In my area it is the best advertizing besides the flourescent yellow poster board signs we spread throughout the surrounds. But this time because of blogging I guess, it's as good an excuse as any, I was very verbose about what I had to sell. I also advised that early birds will be shot.... You know as a left handed warning (no offense to lefties) to those that feel the need to come at 6:00 o dam clock in the morning when you say you are starting at 8. I know the early bird gets the worm and that dealers want the best stuff first and that old woman like me can be a danger if angered......so I warned them.
We had a very successful yard sale, reaching our monetary goal by 10:15 in the morning and selling a lot so that the trip to Goodwill was not but a one carload affair. We had wonderful conversations with really nice people and chatted with neighbors we hadn't seen in awhile. Gave away toys to cute kids who bought one and I gave them bunches....I just love to see their faces when they score big. Gifted some folks with other things that they were longingly looking at and put back....I know that feeling and I am hoping someday someone at the jewelry store is gonna see that and reward me but I have a feeling I aim too high. tee hee. I also got to spend the day with my best friend SM and share the shade, some tea, some laughs (I forget sometimes how much he makes me laugh, he's a bigger bitch than me) and get rid of crappee or junque that we both wanted out of our garage. That's all the good stuff and then....(cue music from Jaws).
Let me clue some of you in that I do not speak spanish well, I do however understand it fairly well. My Dad who was 6th generation conquistador blood spanish) didn't want me to learn how to speak it, my relatives all spoke it, so that is the how and why. Anyway back to the subject of the attendees of my garage sale who are hispanic, latino peoples. I know I look like a "gringa" (white girl) and it has been from the time I was young such fun to let the chicanos do their put down jibberish and then speak to them in "spanglish". I love the look on their faces...it is sorta like "oh shit, did I say that in front of this beaaotch." And I smile with my white girl face and nod in understanding. Don't play with me, mis primos. Act like they don't understand me until they get that I understand them and then they speak to me in English...huh, what, shut the door?????? I am never disappointed unfortunately.
That's always fun. And then there are the insulting folks who make rude comments, want to shame you into giving it to them because "this isn't a retail store". Says I, "Uh, yeah but I can throw it away and not argue with you and feel better". And yay for me, the bas***d left. Now that hurt my feelings, not. Because a really nice lady was next in line and kinda looked at it and asked the price and I said "free because your momma taught you manners". You know that poem, when I get older I will wear purple? We'll since I've gotten older,and I am in my own front yard, and it isn't illegal or hurtful, I can do what I want. (sticks out her tongue and gives a hugeamongous raspberry). At least SM was amused. He says I never fail to shock and awe him sorta like a percussion bomb. Yikes.
I have to take a valium day. I am like Ry...too much peripherral stimulation is destructive to my ability to cope. I hate yard sales. I hate getting ready for them, I hate hauling in and loading out, I hate facing the amount of junque I thought I needed to have (it's embarrassing), I hate facing my own icky feelings about the whole mess. And yet....hallelujah it's over. Oh, I'll take some stuff to my friends on July 31st and bust someone else palotas while keeping her company but it will be a mini not a maxie mess.
And you're all thinking gosh, and I thought she was a nice lady...well I am until the stupid and rude show up and then I am the caped avenger of "oh no you dih ent". Last yard sale I had a sign that read "if you can't be nice, go home", but SM told me I was setting a bad example. Oops.