electrolux~137
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I went to visit a friend today who lives in a nice, quiet, residential single-family-home neighborhood. Saturdays and Sundays are yard sale bonanzas on his street; people have actually made a big business of it because the street, although residential, is fairly busy with traffic.
Going down the long block to his house, I saw no less than a dozen yard sales, some of them with quite a lot of nice things -- good furniture and antiques, lamps, art, small appliances, etc.
I always do a visual scan from the car as I drive by yard sales, but rarely get out lest I become tempted by a lot of crap I don't need! But I do at least do a spot-check for vacuum cleaners.
Driving up my friend's street, I came to a house on a corner where it appeared several families had congregated on one lawn. There was quite a lot of stuff out there. And right in front, under a table, was what appeared to be a really nice Lux XXX!
I thought to myself, "I need another XXX like I need a hole in the head." But then I got to thinking about hidden treasure...!
So I drove around the corner and parked. I walked up to the yard very nonchalantly of course, not heading straight for the Electrolux but meandering, not wanting to seem overly eager for it.
I needn't have wasted my time.
I gradually made my way over to it and gave it the once-over. It was the 1949 version and in really nice condition overall. It had a replacement LX-style cloth hose but with a yellow-plastic pistol grip handle. Never seen THAT before! There were two sets of wands and the floor and rug tool. It had the cord winder with the original Belden cord on it.
So of course I was interested in it, if for no other reason than to get the hose [I could easily fit it with the correct handle] and cord winder.
I feigned surprise and said, "Oh look at the funky OLD sweeper." A man came over and said, "Yep, it's an oldie but it works GRRRREAAAT!" [Making like Tony the Tiger-- spare me.]
I said, "What are you asking for it?"
He called over to his wife (presumably) and and said, "Liz, what are we asking for the old vack? Three hundred?"
[I hate it when people call them "vacks."]
Liz must have seen my chin hit my toenails... Doing some quick thinking about the fact that it was now 2:30 p.m. and the "vack" hadn't been sold, she said to hubby, "Didn't we agree on two hundred?"
Well, I can't lie -- I laughed out loud! I said, "That much for a sweeper that's that old?? Does it even work?" (knowing that it surely did, but still keeping my poker face).
The man said, "Oh Sure, here - I'll show you." He reeled out some of the cord and connected it to an extension cord leading from inside. He picked the machine up and pressed the button. Of course, it purred right up. He offered the front end to me so I could check the suction.
I dutifully patted the opening and then said, "Well it works okay, but it smells!" It -was- making that typical dusty XXX smell, but I would have to say, stronger than usual. The filter obviously hadn't been replaced in ages. (Maybe since its owner hid loot inside?!)
I took a step back and put my hands in my pockets, the appropriate "No Thanks" yard sale body language. I said, "I wouldn't mind having it, but that's way too much. I could get a brand new sweeper for less than that."
He said, "Well, what's it worth to you?"
I was losing interest truthfully, because I knew he and "Liz" would not entertain any kind of rational offer. I said, "Well let me see what I've got on me." I opened my wallet and thumbed through my stack of hundred dollar bills. (Don't I wish!!) I said, "Well, I've got thirty-five dollars on me, will you let it go for that?"
He looked at Liz who gave him vigorous nod NO, with a clear "He's got to be kidding us!" expression.
He said, "Sorry, no can do."
I started to walk away and said, "Well, I'll tell you what -- if at the end of the day you haven't sold it, and would rather get what I offered for it than nothing, give me a call." I wrote my number down and gave it to him.
I will be very surprised to hear from him, or, if he does call, he will probably want to dicker up to a hundred bucks or something. While it's fairly nice, it's not worth that much to me. Especially not now.......
But then again, what if it's full of Great-Grandma Perkins' hidden loot??!
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Speaking of yard sales, I have had exactly ONE in my life, and will never have another one. Honestly, I don't know how people put up with all the morons and penny pinchers who show up (*ahem* - never mind!!)
Seriously.
Just a couple of examples:
I put a BIG sign out front the night before -- "YARD SALE SAT. 9a.m.-3p.m. NO EARLY BIRDS!"
Around 7:00 a.m. Arlee and I started bringing stuff out. One of us would "watch the treasures" while another went to the back to bring out another armload.
Well, the cruisers started trolling by. And wouldn't you know it! We had hardly begun bringing stuff out before people were getting out of their cars and practically pushing us out of the way to see what was on the lawn.
I said, nicely a couple of times, "Sorry, we're not open until 9. Please come back then." That deterred some of the people but not all of them. A couple of stretch-slack ladies kept pawing through our stuff even as we were bringing it out -- literally digging into boxes that Arlee was carrying from the back!
So I said again, not quite so nicely, "Ex-cuuuuuse me laaaaaa-dies, you will have to come back later. We are not ready to start selling yet."
One of them glared at me and said, "Well you don't have to be such an ASSS-hole about it!" She harrumphed to her friend, "Come on Thelma, let's go -- it's all crap anyway!" and they stomped back to their car.
---
Okay, we opened for business at around 8:45. All the stuff was out by then, and it was a fruitless mission trying to keep people off of the yard. Let the Parade Begin.
I had a "Phone Mate" answering system that we used to use back in the days before Voicemail. As far as I knew, it still worked but I didn't feel like fooling with it. So I put a card on it, "Selling untested, as is -- $2.00."
Well, wouldn't you know, along comes a rocket scientist clomping all over the yard. He comes to the Phone Mate, snatches it up and bellows, "DOES THIS WORK?"
By then, I had already had a morning of it so I said, "NO IT DOES NOT."
He said "WELL WHY ARE YOU SELLING IT THEN?" He throws it back down and goes away (Thank God).
---
But here's the one who took the cake. Arlee had some various odds and ends of little dishes and what-not, most of them marked "25¢."
You guessed it, Thelma and her early-bird buddy came back, feigning not to recognize me, as if I would forget that they had been there earlier! They start picking through everything, then the lady gets to Arlee's dishes and stuff. She picks up one and exclaims, with a wrinkled brow and down-turned mouth, "A KWAAH-TAHH for THIS?? I'll give ya ten cents." She dropped it back on the table, just missing another plate and almost breaking it.
I went over and said, by now my patience thoroughly depleted, "Listen lady, if you can't afford a f@#$%^& quarter for the plate, you can have it! Take the #@$-@#$%&* thing!" I grabbed the plate and stuck it in her hand.
She looked at me through her beady little eyes and dropped the plate on the ground. "I don't want it now!" I stood right next to her and said, softly but forcefully, "Listen here lady, I had better not see you back here again, do you understand me....?!"
And so it went, all day long. Honestly, most of the people who stopped were driving both Arlee and me crazy!! To this day, Arlee and I still joke about the two ladies, using the line "A KWAAH-TAHH for THIS?? I'll give ya ten cents!" as often as we can.
So, as I have said, I have never had another yard sale! And never will!!
Going down the long block to his house, I saw no less than a dozen yard sales, some of them with quite a lot of nice things -- good furniture and antiques, lamps, art, small appliances, etc.
I always do a visual scan from the car as I drive by yard sales, but rarely get out lest I become tempted by a lot of crap I don't need! But I do at least do a spot-check for vacuum cleaners.
Driving up my friend's street, I came to a house on a corner where it appeared several families had congregated on one lawn. There was quite a lot of stuff out there. And right in front, under a table, was what appeared to be a really nice Lux XXX!
I thought to myself, "I need another XXX like I need a hole in the head." But then I got to thinking about hidden treasure...!
So I drove around the corner and parked. I walked up to the yard very nonchalantly of course, not heading straight for the Electrolux but meandering, not wanting to seem overly eager for it.
I needn't have wasted my time.
I gradually made my way over to it and gave it the once-over. It was the 1949 version and in really nice condition overall. It had a replacement LX-style cloth hose but with a yellow-plastic pistol grip handle. Never seen THAT before! There were two sets of wands and the floor and rug tool. It had the cord winder with the original Belden cord on it.
So of course I was interested in it, if for no other reason than to get the hose [I could easily fit it with the correct handle] and cord winder.
I feigned surprise and said, "Oh look at the funky OLD sweeper." A man came over and said, "Yep, it's an oldie but it works GRRRREAAAT!" [Making like Tony the Tiger-- spare me.]
I said, "What are you asking for it?"
He called over to his wife (presumably) and and said, "Liz, what are we asking for the old vack? Three hundred?"
[I hate it when people call them "vacks."]
Liz must have seen my chin hit my toenails... Doing some quick thinking about the fact that it was now 2:30 p.m. and the "vack" hadn't been sold, she said to hubby, "Didn't we agree on two hundred?"
Well, I can't lie -- I laughed out loud! I said, "That much for a sweeper that's that old?? Does it even work?" (knowing that it surely did, but still keeping my poker face).
The man said, "Oh Sure, here - I'll show you." He reeled out some of the cord and connected it to an extension cord leading from inside. He picked the machine up and pressed the button. Of course, it purred right up. He offered the front end to me so I could check the suction.
I dutifully patted the opening and then said, "Well it works okay, but it smells!" It -was- making that typical dusty XXX smell, but I would have to say, stronger than usual. The filter obviously hadn't been replaced in ages. (Maybe since its owner hid loot inside?!)
I took a step back and put my hands in my pockets, the appropriate "No Thanks" yard sale body language. I said, "I wouldn't mind having it, but that's way too much. I could get a brand new sweeper for less than that."
He said, "Well, what's it worth to you?"
I was losing interest truthfully, because I knew he and "Liz" would not entertain any kind of rational offer. I said, "Well let me see what I've got on me." I opened my wallet and thumbed through my stack of hundred dollar bills. (Don't I wish!!) I said, "Well, I've got thirty-five dollars on me, will you let it go for that?"
He looked at Liz who gave him vigorous nod NO, with a clear "He's got to be kidding us!" expression.
He said, "Sorry, no can do."
I started to walk away and said, "Well, I'll tell you what -- if at the end of the day you haven't sold it, and would rather get what I offered for it than nothing, give me a call." I wrote my number down and gave it to him.
I will be very surprised to hear from him, or, if he does call, he will probably want to dicker up to a hundred bucks or something. While it's fairly nice, it's not worth that much to me. Especially not now.......
But then again, what if it's full of Great-Grandma Perkins' hidden loot??!
=======
Speaking of yard sales, I have had exactly ONE in my life, and will never have another one. Honestly, I don't know how people put up with all the morons and penny pinchers who show up (*ahem* - never mind!!)
Seriously.
Just a couple of examples:
I put a BIG sign out front the night before -- "YARD SALE SAT. 9a.m.-3p.m. NO EARLY BIRDS!"
Around 7:00 a.m. Arlee and I started bringing stuff out. One of us would "watch the treasures" while another went to the back to bring out another armload.
Well, the cruisers started trolling by. And wouldn't you know it! We had hardly begun bringing stuff out before people were getting out of their cars and practically pushing us out of the way to see what was on the lawn.
I said, nicely a couple of times, "Sorry, we're not open until 9. Please come back then." That deterred some of the people but not all of them. A couple of stretch-slack ladies kept pawing through our stuff even as we were bringing it out -- literally digging into boxes that Arlee was carrying from the back!
So I said again, not quite so nicely, "Ex-cuuuuuse me laaaaaa-dies, you will have to come back later. We are not ready to start selling yet."
One of them glared at me and said, "Well you don't have to be such an ASSS-hole about it!" She harrumphed to her friend, "Come on Thelma, let's go -- it's all crap anyway!" and they stomped back to their car.
---
Okay, we opened for business at around 8:45. All the stuff was out by then, and it was a fruitless mission trying to keep people off of the yard. Let the Parade Begin.
I had a "Phone Mate" answering system that we used to use back in the days before Voicemail. As far as I knew, it still worked but I didn't feel like fooling with it. So I put a card on it, "Selling untested, as is -- $2.00."
Well, wouldn't you know, along comes a rocket scientist clomping all over the yard. He comes to the Phone Mate, snatches it up and bellows, "DOES THIS WORK?"
By then, I had already had a morning of it so I said, "NO IT DOES NOT."
He said "WELL WHY ARE YOU SELLING IT THEN?" He throws it back down and goes away (Thank God).
---
But here's the one who took the cake. Arlee had some various odds and ends of little dishes and what-not, most of them marked "25¢."
You guessed it, Thelma and her early-bird buddy came back, feigning not to recognize me, as if I would forget that they had been there earlier! They start picking through everything, then the lady gets to Arlee's dishes and stuff. She picks up one and exclaims, with a wrinkled brow and down-turned mouth, "A KWAAH-TAHH for THIS?? I'll give ya ten cents." She dropped it back on the table, just missing another plate and almost breaking it.
I went over and said, by now my patience thoroughly depleted, "Listen lady, if you can't afford a f@#$%^& quarter for the plate, you can have it! Take the #@$-@#$%&* thing!" I grabbed the plate and stuck it in her hand.
She looked at me through her beady little eyes and dropped the plate on the ground. "I don't want it now!" I stood right next to her and said, softly but forcefully, "Listen here lady, I had better not see you back here again, do you understand me....?!"
And so it went, all day long. Honestly, most of the people who stopped were driving both Arlee and me crazy!! To this day, Arlee and I still joke about the two ladies, using the line "A KWAAH-TAHH for THIS?? I'll give ya ten cents!" as often as we can.
So, as I have said, I have never had another yard sale! And never will!!