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June 27, 2006 Some garage sales are okay. However, I thought there was supposed to be a certain spirit to a garage sale. I thought it was an event where the people would clear out some old items, say hello to the passers by, and maybe even make a few bucks on a sunny weekend morning. There are a few things for a dollar or two, some silly this or that to pick up. Sometimes someone has a good desk, or a few nice chairs or something, and these are more money, yes, but you haggle a bit, and see what happens. Some people seem to have a different idea though, and it is hard to call them on their lack of garage sale spirit, but man, do they come up short. Let us give two examples. A good and a bad. No. Lets give three. The good, the bad…and the ugly! In the good, a lady has a bookshelf. Its nothing so special. It is nice enough though. Old and worn, but strong and sturdy. She paid fifty dollars for it once upon a time. She wants it out of the garage though. It has had its day. She puts a price of fifteen dollars on it. She will take ten bucks for it though. A tenner for a bookshelf. Someone comes past, and likes it, and they exchange a few words about it, and she wants the fifteen and he says how ‘bout twelve, and that is that. Everyone is happy, the man has a place to put his Louis L’Amour books, and the woman has the space she wanted back that the item was taking. Isn’t life nice? The bad. Oh, it does not sound like much, but its bad, this next mindset. The woman paid fifty bucks, remember? She is out to make some money today, that is the point. She figures, with wear and tear, which is not too bad, she should be paid…forty dollars. What? What is wrong with that? It is nice. Look at it. She wants her forty dollars. She is not selling junk. The part that she missed is that it is a garage sale, and its supposed to be different from a contents sale, or some other sale. Remember the sunny and good feelings in scenario one. Those are absent here. Forty bucks. Take it or leave it. The ugly. Well some people have issues, lets say that. Well, everyone has issues, but some people are not shy. Alternatively, maybe once they were shy, and then they came out of their shell, but with a vengeance. They started practicing how to be an extrovert, and never looked back. The world is for the strong you know. Some shyness now and again is not a terrible thing though. What is he talking about? Well, lets say the lady has the bookshelf marked for forty bucks, and a man tells her its overpriced, and she starts barking at him, and tells him its an insult to offer anything less. Then she complains about how people are. Well maybe she was emotionally attached to the item, and should not be selling it. There is nothing as strange as the world. However, maybe I have it wrong, and am not getting it. I have to toughen up, as it were. But I am a pushover. I was cleaning out my garage and a lady stopped and got out of a nice vehicle. She walked over. I pretended to not be too worried about her, but all the while wondering what she wanted. She was well dressed, better than average that is for sure. She asked if I was having a garage sale. I told her I was not and that all this stuff was on the lawn temporarily because I was just cleaning out the garage, and organizing things. You know what she did. She asked for something. I could not believe it. She just felt like she wanted something. Do you know what I did? I gave her something. I gave her a few choices even. What am I? Crazy? Well, actually, yes, you have no idea how crazy I am. That is another story. She was happy though. Now how do you get ahead with an attitude like mine? The people like her are the real winners. She will go far. She has ambition. Where do these people come from? Who made them all? Who invented the garage sale anyway? He has created a monster. Well not a monster, but…well perhaps you know what I mean. Anyhoohe, if I ever have a garage sale, I am going to sell lemonade. It will be a dollar for the lemonade. A dollar for the cup. A dollar for my time. A dollar for the ice. Therefore, it will be four dollars for a lemonade. I gotta start to get mine. Its tough out there. No more Mr. Nice Guy. Oh ya, and get off my lawn now and hurry along, but have a nice day or whatever. ------------ Email Brian Michael Barbeito: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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