We had a blizzard of special snowflakes at our (last one for our entire lives I swear!) garage sale yesterday.
Starting with the people who knocked on the door to our house at 6:30 a.m. demanding that we open the sale up immediately! The sale time was 8 a.m. to 1 p.m. and this was posted in the newspaper ad. My spouse told them no and they threatened (promised we hoped!)
to not come back. Which was fine with both us.
Sale was open all of five minutes and a person came with a set of salt and pepper shakers priced at $1.00 and asked if I would take a quarter for them. I told him no, that the sale had hardly started and I wasn't doing any discounts now, but that he could stop back later on this morning and try again if he wanted.
He then told me he couldn't do that because they would probably be gone by then. I just looked at him and he grumbled, groaned and finally pulled out four quarters and said "Are you going to insist on a dollar?" I told him that yes, I was and so he dropped the quarters on the table so that they bounced off the table and we had to pick them up off the ground.
I was this close to telling him to put them back because I wasn't going to sell anything to him, but I didn't.
Then there was the guy who showed up about 15 minutes into the sale with a 100 dollar bill and wanted to buy a one dollar item. While I had change, I didn't have change for that much money that early in the morning. He asked me where he was supposed to get change for the other garage sales and I suggested that he stop at the local Quik Mart and ask them. He did manage to find a dollar bill to pay for the item.
Then there was the woman who bought several little candle holders, pottery planters who complained that we only had newspapers to wrap them up in. She wanted tissue paper. I offered to wrap them in separate plastic bags, but she just wanted to complain about the lack of tissue paper. All I kept thinking was this is a freaking GARAGE sale and what you paid for everything was less than two dollars!
The topper was the woman who decided to walk through the garage, smoking a cigarette and flipping the ashes on the stuff on the tables. My spouse asked her to either put out the cigarette or to leave. She left, but complained all the way out the door about our being intolerant of smokers.
And the above is why it was eight years since the last garage sale and it will be never before I do another one! The next time things get sold from this house it will be because we are moving and it will be either an estate sale or an auction so that someone else will deal with the customers!
I honestly don't know how those of you who do customer service day after day manage. I just kept wanting to tell people to go away because I didn't want to be hassled about items that cost a quarter!