Today was the big yard sale. We are trying to take as little with us to Portland as possible. It's basically whatever will fit in my car, and ship the rest.
Now, let me take a minute and explain to you how the incorporated village of Lynbrook allows you to have a yard sale. You pay $20 for a permit, and you are only allowed to put up a sign on your own property (in case someone can't tell that a lawn full of stuff is a yard sale), and are subject to a $250 fine for signs anywhere else.
So, one of the earlier customers at the yard sale had the great idea that we should post on craigslist about the yard sale. So at 10AM, that's what I did. I posted that the sale would be going on until it started to rain, and I left my phone number for questions. Now, it was a very cold and windy day, and at 2PM on the dot, it started to rain. We packed everything into Jon's car to bring to Food Not Bombs tomorrow. Immediately after, I get a call from a woman that wants to come by in a couple of hours, to look for clothes and dvds and cds for herself and a women's shelter that she donates to. I tell her that we are donating everything tomorrow, so it's all in the car, but if she wants, she can come check it out. I tell her to call before coming. She calls at 8:18PM, more than a couple of hours later, and by now the rain is very heavy and accompanied by thunder and lightening. She tells me she will be by in ten minutes. While I am waiting for this woman, another woman calls and asks if she can buy our yard sale leftovers. She wants to come by now, and she's coming from Canarsie! So I tell her she can only come tomorrow. Now, it's over forty minutes since the first woman called, and I call her back to tell her she will have to come tomorrow because it's too late and there is a terrible storm out, and I really don't want to go outside and watch her go through the car in this weather. I start eating dinner, and hear a woman talking to my landlord downstairs. It's the woman. I take her out to the car, where she is trying to chit chat with me, and I am just soaking wet and freezing trying to get everything she wants out of the packed car. She takes 3 bags of clothes, and 3 dvds, and is asking for more things, and finally I just tell her the car is too packed, I can't go through it all. And she thanks me, and goes to leave, and I'm like "uh, are you going to give me any money?" and she looks all surprised. I ask for $10, but all she has is $8, so I take it. Totally weird. I mean, it's great that it's going to get donated to a women's shelter, but it would have been donated anyway tomorrow without all the hassle tonight. And now the Canarsie woman may or may not come tomorrow for the rest of the stuff. But she would have to come before FNB, or else that's where it's going.
I practically drove through a lake on the way home from dinner tonight, and here are two people that want to drive here for some used clothes and random stuff in this awful weather. Now I have to go take my phone number off of Craigslist, so I stop getting phone calls.
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