On Friday, I loaded up Lefty’s black Nissan truck and headed to Gadsden, Alabama to sell my wares at the World’s Longest Yard Sale. Beginning (or ending, depending on who you ask) in Gadsden, the yard sale stretches 690 miles. All the way to Addison, Michigan.
I have been to the sell a long time ago, as a buyer. Back then, it seemed as though most of the vendors were antique booth owners, and I really didn’t find the yard sale-type deals that I was looking for. Because of this past experience, I thought that my stuff would really sell well. I had a bunch of household stuff that I’d accumulated over the years, and I thought that I priced it all well. I had odds and ends for $.25 all the way up to the two small dog crates that we wanted to sell for around $20.
Lefty’s truck was bursting at the seams, and I prided myself on how much stuff that I’d be purging from our home.
I bussed it all the way to Gadsden, a two-hour drive.
I was impatient but pleased that I got stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic, once in Gadsden.
“Oh, yeah,” I thought with glee, “There are plenty of buyers, here!”
I finally maneuvered just outside of Gadsden and paid a lady $10 to park and sell all day.
It was a hot day. Very hot. The place that I parked wasn’t shaded, so I pulled down the tailgate and stacked up my crates beside it. Lucky for me, there was a nice breeze, once I was in the shade of my make-shift shelter. I sat down and the breeze going past the undercarriage of the truck created a wind-tunnel effect.
It was alllllll good.
Except for the fact that everyone had yard sale-like stuff to sell. And my goods were lost in the competition. Not saying that the stuff wasn’t good or that there weren’t antiques. I was also assured that the next day, Saturday, would produce a greater crowd of buyers. But Sunday was Lefty’s birthday, and so he had plans made for Saturday.
Maybe next year.
I did get lots of pictures, though.
And, p.s: If any of you out there want a couple of nice small, like-new dog crates for $20 each, please let me know!