In preparation for our upcoming move in June, my family and I are hosting a yard sale this Saturday (2416 NW 113th Street, OKC, 73120, 8 a.m. – 4 p.m.). We hope to get rid of some stuff (books, furniture, baby stuff, toys, clothes, homeschool, games, sewing/crafts, one or two children if the price is right) and have a good reason at the end of the day to hit the hay by 9 p.m. We’re not pricing anything but taking donations (City Pres gets the tithe), so come make us an offer we can’t refuse.
Personally, yard sales are too intimate an experience for me to really enjoy; there’s just something awkward about strangers publicly evaluating what you once thought you wanted. Maybe I feel self-conscious about all the old Stephen King novels I’m getting rid of (would you want to know that YOUR neighbor has read a majority of the man’s books?), but the whole process seems a huge invasion of privacy.
As I prepare to endure the invasion, here are a few mental notes on the variety of yard-salers I anticipate encountering. I don’t pretend that this list is exhaustive, but generally speaking (at least in my experience), here’s who I imagine doing business with during our sale on Saturday:
The Early Bird: This person pays no attention to any printed given times as to when the yard sale officially begins; if the sign says 8 a.m., then 7:30 it is. Thankfully, she doesn’t talk much and rarely gets offended if and when you have to ask her to move so you can set up another table of items you’re trying to sell, so it’s usually best to just let this one be.
The Snob: This person parks right in front of and as close as possible to your yard, gets out of her still-running car with her nose stuck up in the air to pick up your sale’s “scent,” and surveys what she already knows you have – nothing she would ever want. Having convinced herself of this truth, she gets back in the car and drives off, grateful once again that she did not waste her time on your junk.
The Critic: This person is a distant cousin to The Snob, the difference being that he actually gets out of the car to look through your stuff. Unfortunately, while The Snob communicates her disdain for your offerings from a driving-off distance, The Critic chooses to verbalize his disgust on-site instead, particularly if he feels you have overpriced anything (and especially if he secretly wants to buy it).
The Cheapskate: This person looks through everything – and I mean everything – you have in your yard, taking his time to muse over what its value must have been to you at some point and wondering what must have happened that you would put it up for sale now. Having so cheaply entertained himself with various and sundry scenarios and plots, he finally picks one item priced at fifty cents and asks if you would take forty for it (after all, one’s man’s memories are another man’s bargains).
The Haggler: Often confused with The Cheapskate, The Haggler is willing to spend money for what she wants…so long as the sale price is below the amount that’s currently listed. Hers is not a campaign motivated by finances but by victory, as every piece she has ever purchased at a yard sale comes with a complete oral tradition of how much it was, how much she ended up talking the owner down, and why the difference between the two prices makes her superior to the rest of humanity.
The Scanner: This person is usually drinking Starbucks and shows up with his own hand-held bar code scanner, which he uses to check resell value on anything with a bar code. Never mind what the item actually is or what the book in his hand might be about, all this guy cares about is what it’s currently going for on Ebay or Amazon, as this will determine his purchase decision.
The Road Trip: This person is not really a person but multiple persons all crammed into one vehicle out hitting yard sales en masse. The goal (I assume) is to have fun going to yard sales together, which seems incredibly flawed thinking to me; the reality is that with so many people in the car, there’s no room for what one might want to buy, especially if it’s a bigger item. Tip: Be sure to get their money before you promise to hold something for them while they go and get another vehicle (no sense losing a possible sale if they happen to get in an accident joy-riding).
The Buzzard: This person shows up toward the end of the sale and, since she missed all your good stuff, somehow feels entitled to a much lower price than the one listed before she will even think about buying your pathetic leftovers. Sadly, though you’d like to ask her as a matter of principle where she gets off imposing her discount assumption on you, you know she has you, as you really don’t want to haul your stuff back in the house; thus, you end up (grudgingly) caving to her demands.
Of course, there are always plenty of good people – friends, neighbors, people we’ll never meet again – who will stop by and talk a while, and that’s always nice. But I do wonder if different geographic areas of the country sport different yard-saler species, or if they’re just variations of the ones above. I also wonder what makes for each of these approaches, and what that says about their views of stuff.
All in all, I hope it will be a good day and I’m glad to do it, though as with every yard sale, I’ll be glad when it’s over and am in no hurry to do one again anytime soon. See you Saturday.