A woman with bouncy curls and a matching personality stood in my driveway last weekend ogling a like-new, big-screen TV I was selling at a garage sale. I’d labeled it $50.
“Will you take $2?” she asked.
I countered with $4, figuring her next offer would be $3. But as Andy and Barney once told Gomer, “don’t over expect.” Especially when selling things you no longer want. The woman came back with $2.50 and I felt too defeated to go to $2.75. OK, so it wasn’t a big-screen TV. It was a $5 lamp with a crooked shade. But still … I think she ended up with a carload of our former beloved keepsakes for 6 bucks.
After spending about $100 on signs and ads, and working in the garage for three weekends straight, we profited about $24.50 on old junk and furniture that originally cost twenty times as much. But at least we cleared out a space the size of laptop on the garage floor.
Garage sales are horrible, soul-baring events and I hope to buttered biscuits I have hosted my last one. They are problematic for a variety of reasons, not the least of which is letting the neighbors and possibly your old friends from high school or the parents of your old friends from high school see what kind of awful taste you had when you were 25 … or worse, witness your more recent lapses in judgement. Here’s a for instance: We had for sale, right there in our driveway, a Squatty Potty. Click here to read the full column.