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Saturday, June 23, 2012

Garage Sale



When I lived in America, I often watched my mom and sisters unravel the science of yard-sales. Your signs have to be the right color, with proper arrows, placed on the appropriate corners. You must operate on the best days; Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. You must have everything priced properly and organized into categories or people won't buy.

Like most things in Russia, yard sales are done a little differently. In the international community in which I live, it is common for people to come and go. However, this summer there seems to be an influx of people leaving. Whether they or the company are paying for the move, they realize there is just too much stuff to put into boxes. Bring on the garages full of random goodies!

So here are some new rules. Put the signs up whenever you want, including the day of the sale. The signs can be handwritten, printed, vague, or concise. Just because the starting time is listed doesn't mean you have to be ready to sell by then. Bus stops are the prime locations for fliers. Nannies, seasonal workers, and the non-corporate group actually use buses. (There is no criticism here. I use the bus stops all the time as well).

Don't price your stuff. Run around like a crazy person while 50 Filipinos are asking prices and then offering you ten percent of said price. When you are being asked questions, yell to your spouse/child/friend in at least two languages. Then respond to the questions in whatever language you choose, even if the person asking the questions doesn't speak that language.

I hope you get the idea. I am having a garage sale of my own tomorrow. I haven't got much, but I want to experience the popularity of people flocking to my garage. I didn't price anything. That kind of recklessness wasn't possible for me before I lived here. Who knows what could happen next.

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