Yard Sale: One Person's Trash Becomes Another Person's (Treasure) or Trash!

Yesterday, while every television and radio show blasted warnings and news about Hurricane Irene, a friend of mine carried out her plan to have a yard sale. 

True to my word, I joined her in this lunacy.  Up at 7 a.m. on a Saturday morning, I downed a quick bowl of Special K with Berries mixed with maple nut granola and a sprinkle of whole pecans, plus a cup of strong coffee, and I was off.

First of all, additional junk had to be hauled to the car, which was already bursting at the seams with plastic storage bins, also filled with junk. 

Once at the yard sale venue, the bins had to be hauled out and onto the lawn. Then, long, very heavy folding tables had to be carried from the back yard to the front. That was no small task, especially the trips where I walked backwards. 

People began swarming the sale before everything was unpacked. Some nervy people dug into bags and bins with the unpacked merchandise.  It was a little freaky for me.  I felt like ringing a bell or something to signal the beginning of the sale, once
we finally got set up.

The funniest sale I made was of a set of shark's teeth. Not knowing what table to put them on, I opted for a Halloween decoration set up. A guy with tattooed arms really got a kick out of the shark's teeth and immediately bought them. I watched him smiling all the way to his car.

Things I thought would be a sure sell didn't and other things that really didn't seem that great, sold. Such is the uniqueness of human nature.

After lunch, with skies darkening and the air thick with humidity, we began packing up the leftover junk. More hauling of bins back to the car just about did me in.

By the time I got home, fatigue wracked every fiber of my being.  Muscles that I didn't even know were there began to ache.

After a long soak in the whirlpool, hot water soothing the screaming muscles, I felt a lot better.

Perhaps this is the last of  the yard sales for me.  Going to them is one thing, participating in them is another.  But I do have to say, they are fatiguing fun! 

True to form, before I left, I spent $10 of my meager earnings on things my  friend had for sale. And that is the nature of yard sales.

DO YOU HOLD YARD SALES OR JUST ATTEND THEM (OR NOT?)