For Sale

Seeing as my sister was almost literally drowning in baby clothes, she decided to sell a myriad of outfits that no longer fit her baby. A yard sale just seemed like the greatest idea... at the time. With onsies, pants, jackets, shirts, and even toys that the baby outgrew like a play saucer and some quilts, we tossed it all onto the lawn, marketed it on Craigslist, and waited.

As each thrifty shopper came up to our modest collection of baby knick-knacks, we watched them as they thumbed their dollars back and forth in their hand. They went through the clothes, scanned over the other items, and then barely spent 2 dollars. What a waste of time. Getting me all excited and then huge disappointment as I collected the 8 quarters. And then after they left we waited for the next thrifty shopper. And waited... and waited.

To pass our excruciatingly slow ticking time between each customer, my mother, my sister, and I joked about the customers and about how stingey they were with their money. My mother, oh the classy one she is, called one of them a not-so-nice name. After guiltily laughing at such a comment, my mother, throwing her head back while sitting in her chair, fell backward smashing to the earth with a great thud. And of course I helped her up, after my sister took pictures while tears were streaming from her eyes. She then posted the pictures to Facebook. I guess you can say that she got what she deserved.

But after all of this, we only got away with $35. Perhaps next time we will be more successful.