Well, I had a yard sale to purge my attic of bulky baby gear.  I succeeded in selling a good handful of things--  except the bulky baby gear.  In fact, the only large baby item that went was the Pack 'n' Play that was stored at my in-laws' house prior to my sale.  That was disappointing.  At the prompting of my sister, I am now considering jumping into this century and listing things on Craig's List, which is really what I probably should have done in the first place.      
    But enough of the boring setup.  Now it's time to get to the entertaining part of these sales:  crazy people.  For the abysmal amount of traffic that came onto my property, an impressively high number of them were at least a couple bricks shy of a load.  In no particular order, here are a few of my favorites:
    1.  Old man with his fly unzipped on his very brand new, evenly indigo dungarees.
    2.  German lady who asked if I had any clothes "about this size" (pointing at her daughter, who was standing right next to Ladybug who seemed to be the exact same size...  Yeah, lady, I have a bunch of them.  They're still inside in my daughter's dresser!)
    3.  Old lady who wanted to buy my red high heels for her daughter's WonderWoman Halloween costume but then decided not to because they were the wrong size.
    4.  Lady who picked my mom out as a sucker and offered her $30 for a ton of figurines that were individually marked for a total of probably $100.
    5.  That lady's friend who started out with a sob story about her little son being bed bound for a year after a Dr. screwed something up and left him with giant holes in his torso so big you could almost see his organs, so she thought he would like that karaoke/video machine to play with... but could I take less than $5 for it... and he might like that Fisher-Price baby telephone to play with, too, but maybe it's a little young for him... how about that lacing card... no... but time for some lemonade.  Will I take $4 for everything and throw in two cups of  lemonade (that Baby Duck was selling for a quarter a cup.  Now people can't give a four-year-old fifty cents for the lemonade she's selling?  They want it for free?).  Hmm... the son needs a watch (while they eye my sister's very girly watches).  How about the smiley-face pocket watch?  Yes.  Perfect.  He's 23.  Now she's going to make a sour face about the lemonade and then boss my kids around.  Wait...  bed bound little boy is 23?  Did I miss something in her description?  She didn't mention anything about a mental handicap, and she was sure telling me everything else!  Was that not a relevant detail in her mind?  I'm lost!
    6.  The guy who bought a tiny trinket box, a miniature teddy bear, and a squeaking rat for 75 cents... started counting change into my hand:  two quarters, a dime, wait, I'm gonna do five dimes, five dimes, then grabbed both of his quarters back and walked to his car.  Wow.
    7.  The lady who asked me bright and early on the first day of the sale what my bottom-dollar price was for a giant cradle swing that her daughter in Phoenix might want.  Umm, come back tomorrow afternoon if you want to haggle that much, lady.  You're not going to come back after you talk to your daughter, anyway, because she's going to tell you that it's going to cost at least $30 to ship the sucker!
    8.  The lady who asked how much for a pair of brand new shoes that still had the $35 price tag on them, but just put them back without haggling at all when I said $2.
    9.  My Baby Duck , who was working her lemonade stand like a champ when a man came to look, chatted a tiny bit but didn't buy anything, then walked toward his motorcycle when she said loudly, "What was that all about?"  After laughing for a while, I had to explain to a four-year-old that people don't have to buy anything-- not even her lemonade-- if they don't see anything they want.
    So I guess I had a fun weekend, even if I didn't exactly accomplish my goal.

CL