Estate Sale Highlights: Click to read highlights from Day 1
Sweet Loro: My dear friend owns a plush parrot named Loro that lives in her sunroom and squawks “Hello!” when his motion sensors are activated. Loro was not for sale, but my dear friend felt he added a nice touch to the sunroom. Loro was a busy bird, squawking “Hello!” over and over every time we entered the sunroom. Today, however, he was strangely silent. My dear friend investigated and discovered someone had removed his battery. She was incensed—who wouldn’t be? We promptly replaced Loro’s battery and retired him to a closed-off bedroom, where we felt he would be safe until after the estate sale. Poor dear Loro.
Touché: An older gentleman was clearly bored as he stood in the garage, waiting for his wife to finish shopping inside the house. I engaged him in conversation, and when I learned he had grown up on a farm, I happily showed him the antique corn row marker we had for sale. Sold. When his wife returned, she wondered what on earth he planned to do with a corn row marker. He countered by asking her what on earth she planned on doing with another set of candlesticks.
Santa’s integrity: A woman asked if we had a beardless Santa for sale, explaining she didn’t like Santa’s beard. Unfortunately, we did not. A little while later, she approached me with one of our bearded plastic Santa’s and asked me the price. I told her $15.00. Saving Santa took priority over making the sale.
Proud mom moment: My kid was offered 25 cents for a 50-cent item, countered with 35 cents and made the sale.
Grand finale: Tomorrow (Sunday), we’ll open and shut the garage door for the last time, and I plan to have FUN.
If asked what the tiny bottles we have for sale are used for, I’ll pick one up, smile slyly, hold it to my nose and give it a quick snort.
If asked if the wok (with a sign saying I WOK attached) works, I’ll become offended and loudly accuse the asker of hating oriental people.
If asked why we’re selling 10 chairs with seats that need to be re-caned, I’ll scream that I hate fat people.
If someone tries to negotiate 25 cents for a 50-cent Christmas Santa, I’ll say sure and then turn to my dear friend, hand her the quarter and say I’m so sorry, but they only thought your hand-crocheted Santa was only worth 25 cents.
Will the chairs in need of re-caning sell? Will Katybeth buy the cactus lamp? Will Loro file a complaint with the Better Bird Bureau? Stay tuned—I’ll be back tomorrow to wrap up our dear friend’s estate sale.
The video I published in the last estate sale update was influenced by Mercury in Retrograde. Here is the complete video. I don’t think. I’m the next informercial queen, but it should give you an idea of what the sale has/had to offer.
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