Having a yard sale is an emotional thing for me.
There are the cute little shirts the kids have. I remember special times they wore the shirts and regret they can no longer wear them.
There are the collections I have and not longer have room for and see no reason to keep them just to live in the hot attic.
There is the turmoil of trying to price things at a fair amount without feeling like you are giving them away, but will still make a buck or two. Let's face it, no one makes a profit.
I feel uncomfortable having people come and rummage through my things. It's personal. Then my feelings are hurt when they don't snatch my things up and skip down the drive in glee over their great find.
I feel that it is rude for stranger to come up and be smoking. I realize it is outside, but it is too personal.
I wonder why people will look at a tag that is clearly marked and ask, "How much is this?"
I wonder why people say, "Does it work?"
Big Daddy didn't think it would be right for me to say, "No. It doesn't work. But we put $XX so that you could find out when you got home. It's our idea of making money on trash and having some fun!"
Overall we did okay. We didn't make our goal, but Big Daddy the eternal optimist, reminded me that it was cash we didn't have beforehand. We still have a ton to haul to Goodwill, which stinks. I am sure I'll see someone in there buying a top I donated and paying $4.99 when I had it marked for $2.00.