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I will buy all of it - take my money, no scrap that, TAKE MY HOUSE
i dont have much left i spent my money on mcdonalds
i’m throwing a yard sale who’s buying
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The Lemonade Stand Larceny
It was an odd day for the residents of Windbrook Drive. By odd, I mean busy. Busy wasn’t common for the people here. They were older, most of them retired or close to it. These residents who were accustomed to the routine of quiet, were startled when the cars that usually flew down Route 20, were veering onto Windbrook Drive.
They were pulling over for my family’s yard sale.
There were baby swings, toys, and clothes to rifle through. The TVs, computers, and kitchen appliances were set up for any passenger’s scrutiny. The amount of foot traffic rose as steadily as the sun in the sky.
My parents weren’t the only ones profiting. The sun brought not only business, but also late summer heat. It beat down on both surveyors and purchasers. My sister and I have always been a cunning duo. I set up the stand and she grabbed the lemonade. Before we knew it, our piggy banks were stuffed full with change. Ariel and I couldn’t believe it! But it was growing more and more difficult for us to man the booth...
Before she and I could make a plan of action, two older girls approached our stand. We quit squabbling immediately. Mother had always told us that whenever we fought, we sounded like seagulls squawking over a stray potato chip.
Besides, as Dad always said, a happy customer is a paying customer. Behind closed doors, my sister was as sour as a lemon. However, there was nothing Ariel was better at then making people happy.
“Would you like to purchase some lemonade?” My sister asked in the most sweet tone one could expect of a four-year-old. I was rather sure that everyone within earshot instantaneously sprouted cavities.
“No thanks,” one of the girls curtly replied. She hastily continued, “but we’re here to offer a business proposal.”
Neither Ariel nor myself had seen these girls before, so we were quite the skeptics. Although, they were able to see past Ariel’s sugary facade. That was something to marvel at.
So, I leaned forward, interlacing my hands together on top of our stand. “What is this proposal you speak of?”
This time, the other girl spoke. “My friend and I here, we’ve run our fair share of lemonade stands. To put it simply, we’re professionals in this matter. If you guys want, we can help you out. All we want in return is a share of the profits.”
I looked over to my parents who were struggling to serve the onslaught of yard-sale goers. They were too busy to be able to help. My grandma and grandpa were chatting up a storm with Carol, the trailer park owner who had allowed us to do the yard sale in the first place. Our grandparents were out of this too.
For the first time, I noticed the girls. They were older, taller, and looked like fourth graders. The girls even had a twinkle in their eyes, like they had known my answer before I could even ponder it in the first place.
Begrudgingly, I painted my face with a smile and said, “We’d love to have your help!”
I was lying through my baby teeth.
The four of us worked in harmony, making sales left and right. The girls had even brought a Hello Kitty lunchbox where we could store our precious bounty of dollar bills, quarters, dimes, and nickels.
Just as the sun rises, it must set. The yard sale and the fun and the chaos had come to an end. My father had come to collect Ariel, who was long overdue for a nap. My mother called me over to help put tables and chairs away.
I hesitated. I looked back over to the two girls, and one of them gave me a thumbs-up. The other smiled. I figured it’d be fine, and that I wouldn’t be gone long, anyways.
Mere minutes later, I returned to the site of our stand to thank the girls. The girls had disappeared, along with our piggy banks and the Hello Kitty lunchbox.
My sister and I had been robbed.
“There’s a party in the USA right now Y’ALL!!!”
Brad and Chis’ neighbor Luke met Molly Cyrus backstage not 20 minutes prior.
That 1st part somehow made sense, but how there’s a backstage at a cooperative yard sale on Brad and Chris’ driveway no one knew.
Best friend hosted a yard sale today. I barely did anything and yet my entire body is wrecked. Full body severe aching and pain. My hands for some reason are the worst of it??? Not sure why or how.
I took a shower and a nap when I got home but I am still barely able to move. My body is stiff from overheating and pain. We're doing the sale again tomorrow. Hopefully it'll be better!! I'm debating bringing a change of clothes. I was drenched in sweat the few hours I was there which caused my whole body to break out in a rash. (Idk why this happens when I sweat, my skin hates my sweat, and rashes out real bad if I dont immediately shower)
So I realized my body was done in by the set up and tear down of the first day of the sale. (Day before yesterday) which granted was a lot of work. But. This isnt normal. I shouldn't be trainwrecked from one day of what is considered mild to moderate activity.
I've had migraines since Thursday, too. Felt full body aches and deep pains 5x my every day levels. (Which should be zero if i was healthy/normal, but it isnt. I'm constantly at a 2-4 it seems especially lately, and thats the low/baseline)
I have got to get an appointment with my doctor scheduled..... my best friend is coming with me for support/advocating reasons. I just am so tired of feeling like shit literally 24/7.
Best friend hosted a yard sale today. I barely did anything and yet my entire body is wrecked. Full body severe aching and pain. My hands for some reason are the worst of it??? Not sure why or how.
I took a shower and a nap when I got home but I am still barely able to move. My body is stiff from overheating and pain. We're doing the sale again tomorrow. Hopefully it'll be better!! I'm debating bringing a change of clothes. I was drenched in sweat the few hours I was there which caused my whole body to break out in a rash. (Idk why this happens when I sweat, my skin hates my sweat, and rashes out real bad if I dont immediately shower)
I think I made..... I didnt actually count it yet but possibly $15 over the last 3 days? Technically joining the sale was to get rid of things not to make muns. But it's still nice to have pocket funds.
Yard sales are a dwindling event these days. I hope they don't go extinct. There is a certain coexisting thrill of the 'hunt' and quiet intimacy of meeting people and acquiring their long-cherished belongings.
I've attended and hosted/been apart of many 'a sale and simply enjoy the process/experience. (Even though these days the set up and tear down broke me more)
Upside? Got rid of a decent amount of little clutter AND acquired leftovers from my friend that I love. A cardigan she'd gotten and I think simply never wore. A box that was previously our mutual friend's before that, haha.
A woven blanket which is nice. And a couple of autumn jackets. Things I will use and enjoy in the place of things that cluttered my space and mind, causing distress. I think it went well. Oh and a meat mallet. Which has been on my 'need to search thrift for one' list for like 3 months. So that worked out!
I'm content. Feeling rough. But content. ♡