I wrote the garage sale posting, following what I saw other do and have done in the past. I posted the address, the time, and the date. I listed a description of what we would have, photos, and, based on prior experience, listed what we wouldn't have.
|Early morning creepers|
|Silence at the actually opening bell|
Which is about when the doorbell started ringing.
Through late morning, people showed up at the door. Asking for furniture. Asking to see what we had for sale for the next day's garage sale. Asking to come in.
In retrospect, I briefly thought: "well, why didn't we just sell the stuff to them then?"
The obvious answer was: "because you don't let strangers into your house alone, to walk down into your basement to purchase furniture. That's dangerous."
That thought, however, didn't stop the zombies from showing up. Eric called me and said "you have to do something about this."
I modified the ad.
An hour later, I modified it again.
They kept coming.
By 9pm, here's what the ad looked like (if you click on it you can see the full ad in larger font):
We went to bed, and I won't lie, I didn't sleep well. I kept thinking about people who wanted in, wanting our stuff BEFORE ANYONE ELSE.
We were up early.
Didn't matter that the garage sale started at 9am. The first car drove up and sat outside at 7:30 in the morning. The second joined it at 7:45.
|Patrick and Hannah and crap for sale that no one bought|
By 3pm, we had made exactly $150, plus $40 in stuff we sold on behalf of my friend Debbie.
All of the people that showed up the day before came again.
None of the furniture sold.
Are you kidding me?