Yard Sale Suckage

(This is a copy of my Myspace blog from Saturday)

SO... my theory of rather gouging my own eye out than having a yard sale stands completely true. Here it is almost an hour into my 4 hour yard sale, and here is a brief summary of my morning thus far:

* I half bent back a nail trying to carry furniture out of the front door in the dark... I started to drop it, caught it, bent the nail back and dropped the damn shoe rack anyway... whatev.

* I (IN PAIN) Manage to set some crap out in the half dark of 5:30 or so and realize I have a lot more people-attracting shit I should have put in the craigslist ad... oh well... this is gonna suck either way.

* At 6:00 am (it may have been 5:59 or so, I don't know) this rattle-trap Saturn comes rolling into my driveway... YAY, my first "customer" (insert eye-roll here). So an old white trash hillbilly guy gets out of the driver's side and comes to examine the stuff I have set out. Wifey is too big to be getting in & out of the car, so she stares through the cracked open window, their equally gross looking dog (easily 15 yrs+) stares out the back window. Let the haggling & annoying the shit out of me begin... I have a digital camera for sale that just needs a battery, so he asks how much, I say $20 (I figure the battery is about $30 so decent deal for a relatively newer Kodak digital camera with the charger and computer connector). He has consult with wifey... "no, she says thats too much" Oh jesus, the mental eye rolling & snyde comments are flourishing in my head already! So he asks if I have any cast iron pans, stamp colections, kerosene lamps, antiques... NO (did u see it advertised in the effin craigslist ad retard?) So then looks at a few DVD I have & asks how much for one TV series (Its 3 separate DVDs with episodes on each side of the disc & it is the full season), I say $5. His reply? "oh, nevermind". Oh fuck you too jackass, you aren't gonna find it cheaper, so take your pocketfull of change & get the hell outta here. I don't need money THAT badly, haha. They get back in the ghetto-mobile & leave, rattling the whole way.

*After that, I decide to be a bitch (not hard to be) and go put notes on cars here. Let me explain: 1 car is parked in front of the dumpster... not ok to do ever here. It's near where you turn around at the end of the property and it makes turning around difficult, and if someone happens to be there on trash day my dumpster doesn't get emptied, not cool. So then, I notice that newer tenant in the front is parked in TWO parking places... wtf, the parking here is tight as it is, why in the hell would you do that? So they both got happy little notes from me saying not to do that shit (in a nice way of course).

* On the way back from playing the note fairy, I caught a glimpse of winshield wiper fluid in the garage... I need that in the car I thought, so I popped the hood and added wiper fluid to the car.

So here I sit in the front doorway of the house typing this blog to pass the time. Yard sales are shit, and this is just 1 more reminder of why I dont have them! No one is out & around in this crappy weather... so I have a feeling it was all for nothing. Maybe I should try again next weekend, or not... xoxoxo