Some else's treasures...

People annoy me.

I woke up at 5 a.m. to get ready for the big garage sale. It was supposed to start at 8 a.m. My first customers showed up at 6:15. Guy says (imagine my best Larry the Cable Guy voice): "You ain't got all your stuff put out yet?" Um, no. You're here nearly two hours early, Cousin Eddie.

Then there's the woman who offered me a quarter for something marked 10 bucks. Please. I know there's a breed of folks out there who get some sort of thrill from bartering, but why do you make ridiculous offers? It's kind of rude.

It's also rude to comment negatively on things in the sale. Chances are, I wore/used said item. Don't insult my fashion sense when you're wearing a bedazzled sweatshirt.

Another lady stole two picture frames. As I stood there seething over the theft of my family heirlooms, I remembered that, even more than making a few pennies, my major goal for the day was to get rid of some crap. And those frames were hideous.

By the time I had one good nerve left, a lady picked up a Rascal Flatts CD and said, "Will you take a dollar for it?" I said, "Nope. I'll take two dollars for it, just like it's marked. So you can go to Wal-Mart and pay $18 for it, or you can give me two. Your choice." She saw things my way.

I packed up a whole hour early because I'd had one customer in an hour and I'm pooped and very cranky.

The good news is that I made $350 (not counting the $1.50 that was stolen from me). I'll be using my proceeds to purchase an iPhone.