A little while ago, my in-laws asked us to come work their neighbourhood garage sale. They are bikers, so with Americade that weekend, they won’t be around to deal with it. Originally, we were ready to refuse, but then my Brother-in-Law reminded us that Abbey would be born by then so we could all hang out together and fawn over the baby. After that point, there was pretty much no excuse for not jumping on a train and heading out to the country. This is the trick, people! Throw an adorable child into the mix and your relatives can’t say no.
And everything went pretty well. We managed to sell a lot of junk. Basically our strategy was, if you are willing to take it, we are willing to haggle.
A few interesting stories from the weekend:
1. A woman showed up at 7AM and was mad more people weren’t out on the street selling their wares.
2. A gentleman with canes came for a visit and bought $40 worth of stuff himself. He was an avid garage sale dude and was pretty funny. Almost every item he picked up, he related back to a job he’d had in his hayday. After he left, we were trying to work out his employment history and determined that if he had actually worked all of the jobs he said he did for the amount of time he said he did, he has been working for 120 years.
3. A woman came by and struck up an conversation with my Brother-in-Law about the items we had for sale. When he mentioned that he didn’t know what some of them were because they were items from his Dad’s fourth wife, she was flabbergasted that he was so well adjusted.
4. A tween girl came by and bought Nick’s old Walkman. He was really excited someone young was buying it and told her so, at which point she told him she was only buying it because she had to do a project on the 1980s for school. She also bought a Polaroid camera, but I think by that point Nick might have been off mourning his youth.
5. Another little girl who was dressed for soccer came by and picked up an incredibly ugly beaded string. She asked us what it was and we actually didn’t know. We told her if she could guess, it was hers. She guessed necklace and walked away with it.
6. A dude came by with a stack of old wooden cutting boards we had for sale. We said that if he was willing to take all of them, he didn’t have to pay a cent, but if he was going to leave some behind, he had to pay $0.25 a board. He took them all but still gave us $1.
And can you believe, even giving stuff away, we still managed to make around $150? It just about blew my mind that people were willing to pay that much. At the end of the day, Boy and I pocketed about $80 of it because we’d blown some on garage sale finds. For me, it was a box of nostalgia . . .
And for Boy, it was a big shiny metal thing.
I also rescued some records for my friend Henry . . .
And some old, unopened boxes of X-Men Valentines which I’m looking forward to giving people next year.
So, all in all, it was actually a pretty productive weekend. We made some cash and we got to hang out with the cutest baby in the world. Win-win!