A poor investment
Oh pardon me, things just went a little crazy in my life there for a moment. It’s all better now. Sort of.
I have nothing to write, but I thought I better move the clown a little lower on the page because apparently there’s a real clown phobia among my readers. Yes, I call you my readers, but it’s more like My Readers, all official and stuff because I like to sound important. I am important, right My Readers?
Oh hey, I thought of something to write. Brad and I decided to help his parents out with a garage sale in exchange for being able to sell some junk in it. Not only did it cause lots of undue stress for me, mostly because of bad timing, but it also cost me about eight bucks in signs and pricing stickers. That doesn’t sound too bad. And it’s not. Until you consider that Brad just texted me and reported that so far, at the end of Day One of the two-day sale, I’ve made a total of $1.75.
Which means, My Readers, that I am $6.25 in the hole. And unless I nearly quadruple today’s earnings in Day Two, I will walk away from this thing having lost money. Here, buy my crap! I’ll pay you!
I hope that bit of good news was worth getting the clown out of your face.
Update: Brad just reported that he was wrong, I actually made $2.75 in Day One. Great, only $5.25 to go and I’ll break even.
June 22nd, 2007 at 4:27 pm
Sometimes I think you and I were separated at birth. I wrote about this very topic right before we moved to Seattle, too.
http://onenjenifer.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-mans-trash.html
Bottom line: yard sales suck ass.
June 22nd, 2007 at 5:16 pm
This is where I really wish I still had my house in Tekonsha. They have HUGE sales over Labor Day weekend where people from all over the place come to buy all kinds of junk. =(
I hope things work out better tomorrow. Maybe you’ll be there so people can dicker on prices or something. Good luck!
June 22nd, 2007 at 5:17 pm
dude the reader is happy to not see the clown, its an actual phobia and everything called coulrophobia and i am so afflicted, lol
“He looked at me with sparkling eyes a sad face in frightening form. The painted skin hid a multitude of thoughts and the upturned fat red lips turned up in laughter hid the anger laced through his soul. The green hair spread out covered in sparkled confetti and the flop of his shoes sent a chill up my spine. Was he fat or thin, I couldn’t tell. Beneath the colour of party happiness what laid beneath the truffled frumps of curling fabric? I ran screaming as balloons floated up into the air breaking and choking ducks in the lake.”
and yes, yard sales suck ass!! i’ve done one and that will be the last one : ) have a fantabulous weekend!
June 22nd, 2007 at 9:54 pm
I would rather give my stuff that I don’t won’t away, or pay to throw it away. You could not pay me enough to want to have a yard sale. People showing up before you want to start. People offerin $.25 when you have it marked $.50. Just pay what I am asking or get lost.
June 24th, 2007 at 10:31 pm
After seeing the movie “It”, I’ll never look at clowns the same way again. Never.