Kids Having Yard Sales
My husband and I started going to yard sales for therapeutic reasons. It helped to get me out of the house and learning to walk distances again. Usually, when I go to a yard sale and children are selling things, I’ll try to buy from them. I’ll buy their lemonade, which I do not drink, or their cookies that I feed to the birds and sometimes even the toys they sell. I hope it encourages them to keep trying in life. Many people just ignore them and walk away, but I like to believe that a little bit of acknowledgment goes a long way.
We stopped at a family yard sale over the weekend. There were two children’s booths in the front yard. One little boy and his brother kept trying to sell me a rubber shark about two inches long for a quarter. He was so annoying about it, too. He told me several times that I could have it for a quarter.
“No, thank you,” I said as I tried to move along.
“Why not?” the younger one insisted, “That’s cheap!”
Without answering, I went to the next little boy’s table. The other brother followed me, carrying the shark. I looked at a little plastic pirate’s mask and matching hook/hand and asked the little boy how much.
“Ten dollars each,” he answered.
The father wore a look of shock on his face and laughingly explained that the boy was not his child, but the neighbor’s kid. I walked away, but the two boys followed me.
The boy from the first table was behind the neighbor’s kid and excessively saying, “Give her a discount, there’s always a discount, tell her! She’ll buy it!”
“Okay, five dollars apiece then,” he offered.
“No thank you, I’m not paying five dollars for either of those things.” I kind of laughed as I kept moving.
The boy repeated again about offering a discount when the neighbor’s kid snapped at him, “I already did! I gave her 50% off and she still said no!” Turning to me, he said heatedly, “What? Do you want it for free or something because I’m NOT going to give it to you for free.”
I stopped and turned to him. “No, I do not want you to give it to me free, but I’m not giving you $5 apiece for it, either. I said, NO!”
The father turned around and scolded his son. He instructed the boy to go to his own table and sit down. To the neighbor’s kid he told him to leave the customers alone and quit badgering them or he could pack up and go home himself.
I felt somewhat relieved until as I was coming around to where I began and the brother held up his hand and said, “Do you want this shark for a quarter? It’s Jaws.”