I rarely try to sell any of my stuff.
First of all, my husband is a clutter hating guy, and regularly goes through our house and clears out all the non-essentials. A few of the things he has thrown away have included an antique sterling silver tea set (I later saw it at a local vintage shop – guess she was a dumpster diver!), an American Girl horse (a friend spotted its legs sticking up out of the garbage can and rescued it for her daughter), and our flashlights (because we didn’t use them often enough to justify the space they took up).
Secondly, I usually just give things away. I have friends with kids younger than mine, and I typically give them a bag of our outgrown things. In addition, I try to find people in need through our church and pass along household goods whenever I can.
But every once in awhile, I think to myself, “I should sell this on the garage sale site on Facebook!” It always seems like a good idea at the time. A little extra cash in hand, all for just posting a picture. Marvelous.
And then, as soon as I post, I remember why I hate using the garage sale sites.
People are CRAZY, I tell ya.
I spend half my day answering the crazy people, and sorting through them to get to the non-crazies who just want my stuff. 100 messages asking if something is available? Who has time for that business?!
Case in point: the sale of my old snow blower.
I listed it for $50 and hoped for the best. In checking Facebook about an hour later, I realized I had over 200 inquiries. So then I start the process of connecting in the order in which they were received. You have to give people a courtesy time to respond, and then you begin making plans for pickup.
Some people wanted detailed pictures of the snow blower.
A few wanted to negotiate (ummm, there’s a hundred people ahead of you offering full price or more and you’re offering less? I think not).
Several people were grouchy and/or mean.
And some were just plain loco. Like the guy who asked if I could drive the snow blower to his downtown Minneapolis office (a half hour trip for me), and walk it through the skyways to him. Huh? I’m going to pay for gas and parking and then take a stroll with the thing through the city?
One guys response when I told him it was no longer available? “Slut.” Hmm – buddy, I do not think you understand the meaning of that word.
After spending the better part of Tuesday dealing with the sale of my daybed, I finally woke up and realized that I’m just not a garage sale kind of girl. Nope. I shall be donating everything from now on.
Do you like using garage sale sites?