Day 28/29: The Yard Sale
My mother and sisters had a huge yard sale across two days. We sold couches and tables and shelves and CDs and toys and clothes and shoes and really weird stuff that we have no idea how we ever got.
It's amazing how people will haggle with you, no matter how low you drop your prices. I gave this one woman a pair of leather shoes for 50 cents, a working mini-fridge for two dollars, and an All-Clad frying pan for a dollar. She asked to knock the price of the shoes down to 25 cents. I said ok. She asked to knock the price of the fridge down to a dollar. I said ok. She asked to knock the price of the frying pan down to 25 cents. But I was done giving discounts on this purchase. I said if she wanted to pay less she could put something back. "What, you don't want me to be able to cook my food?" she asked me. It was really hard not to be like, "The price of the fridge just went back up to two dollars because I've decided I don't want you to have food, cooked or otherwise."
Boys and Barbies:
It was a lot of fun to watch the boyfriends of my two sisters furrow their brows as they attempted to assemble the Barbie-sized tent we had for sale. Several times they insisted we were missing key pieces. It took about 30 minutes of trial and error. There were lots of high-fives when it was finally complete. It made a pretty picture: two grown men, sweaty from moving couches, sprawled on the lawn amidst a bevy of Barbies, looking with pride upon a tiny pink tent that, as they both pointed out several times, is nothing like a real tent, in terms of construction.