Oh, How I Hate You Yard Sale

Let me count the ways.

One, you take an enormous amount of time and effort before you even begin…and after. 5 days into this deal and I still have work to do thanks to you!

Two, you make me invite strangers to my house. I don’t like people Yard Sale, especially people I don’t know.

Three, you bring these strangers here to look through my used items, items I’d just assume donate except I need some extra cash. Well, played Yard Sale. Well, played.

Four, these strangers then haggle me for an even lower price on my already ridiculously low priced items. I mean, it’s only a DOLLAR and it’s in perfect condition! You’d pay $50 if you went to the store for that!!!

Five, you have me sitting outside in the sun for 10 hours a day, 3 days in a row. I got lots of dishes and laundry to catch up on today Yard Sale. Thanks a lot. And I probably spent all the money I earned while having you on eating out since I didn’t feel like cooking since you exhausted me Yard Sale.

Six, you made me get a sunburn on my scalp of all places. That hurts Yard Sale. It really does.

Seven, I really thought things would be different this time Yard Sale. I thought I was more prepared. I thought it would be worth a little lot of hassle to make a lot little money. But you never change Yard Sale. You’re still the same. Uprooting my entire life over one weekend just to make a couple hundred dollars. Smh. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me!

Never again, Yard Sale. Never. Ever. Again.


Phoenix 2-001


  1. Kim | 2nd May 16

    My mother was the queen of all yard sales. She would have had one every week if she could have. But the last one I had was a lot like your experience except I only made SIXTY DOLLARS for all my trouble. Forget that noise–Goodwill here I come. Goodwill karma when I go shopping for clothes is worth more than I made at that yard sale!

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