{"id":574,"date":"2004-07-24T20:48:35","date_gmt":"2004-07-25T03:48:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/?p=574"},"modified":"2008-07-12T20:37:03","modified_gmt":"2008-07-13T01:37:03","slug":"everything-must-go","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/?p=574","title":{"rendered":"Everything must go"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Joe&#8217;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&#8217;m taking all the credit. Ok, how about most of it? ;)<\/p>\n<p>Yesterday they just threw stuff on the tables. When we were setting them out today I couldn&#8217;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. <\/p>\n<p>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.<\/p>\n<p>So &#8230; 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. <\/p>\n<p>The only thing I didn&#8217;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&#8217;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 &#8220;those are 50 cents each&#8221; and then they&#8217;d grab 10 things and say &#8220;$3?&#8221; and we&#8217;d be like, &#8220;we&#8217;ll give them all to you for $4&#8221;, you know, trying to be generous since it should really be $5, but they&#8217;d come back with &#8220;$3?&#8221; No, not $3! The guy from the same couple told me &#8220;Too much, too much. Why so much?&#8221; when I wouldn&#8217;t lower the price on my almost-brand-new $50 Vans from the $10 asking price. He kept harping on me, almost trying to &#8220;shame me&#8221; for expecting that much. Well don&#8217;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&#8217;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&#8217;t feel like they are trying to rip me off.<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, it was really fun hanging out with Joe&#8217;s mom. I&#8217;ve gotten to the point where I&#8217;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&#8217;m going to miss her when they move to Arizona next month. :p<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Joe&#8217;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&#8217;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&#8217;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. <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/?p=574\">Read More &#8230;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[17,4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-574","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-family","category-life"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/574"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=574"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/574\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=574"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=574"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nicole.sleepyfroggie.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=574"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}