Joe’s parents had a garage sale this weekend. I was at work yesterday, but I helped them today. Is it any wonder we sold a ton more stuff today than they did yesterday? Like five times more stuff? Yea, I’m taking all the credit. Ok, how about most of it? ;)
Yesterday they just threw stuff on the tables. When we were setting them out today I couldn’t understand why like items were spread across different tables and glass sets were separated instead of together. So I organized the tables by type (toys, clothes, appliances, etc.) and set everything up so that it would capture attention and look appealing. I cleaned some of the items that had gotten dirty as well.
I could tell that my efforts made an effect because items that were previously passed up without notice were being looked at by more people after I rearranged them.
So … what kind of job do you think I could get with my presentation skills? I admit, it was a lot of fun trying to make things more appealing for potential sales.
The only thing I didn’t like was how some people would try to chew down the asking price to the point that I wanted to tell them it was no longer for sale. I always expect some negotiation, especially because we didn’t stick prices on anything, but sometimes it gets ridiculous. There was this one couple who was really pissing me off. We would tell them “those are 50 cents each” and then they’d grab 10 things and say “$3?” and we’d be like, “we’ll give them all to you for $4”, you know, trying to be generous since it should really be $5, but they’d come back with “$3?” No, not $3! The guy from the same couple told me “Too much, too much. Why so much?” when I wouldn’t lower the price on my almost-brand-new $50 Vans from the $10 asking price. He kept harping on me, almost trying to “shame me” for expecting that much. Well don’t buy it. Like I care. This one lady paid the $10 because she knows it was a good deal. They were barely worn and other than the bottoms looked completely brand new. Those people were beyond cheap. Like the garage sale prices aren’t low enough to begin with. I hate selling to those kind of people. I will give the nice courteous people deals just because I don’t feel like they are trying to rip me off.
Anyway, it was really fun hanging out with Joe’s mom. I’ve gotten to the point where I’m so comfortable around her that I say whatever I feel without watching my words. We had fun making fun of people and calling them names. LOL! I’m going to miss her when they move to Arizona next month. :p