There are forty pounds of ice, seventy-two little bottles of water, and more than three-hundred tagged items ranging in price from $25,000 to $1.50. The big ticket item is my 1989 Avanti Convertible. I don’t really expect to sell my car since, among other things, few people have that much cash around the house (this is a cash-only event), but I figure it may bring curious customers in to peruse the cheaper items. One may even buy a bicycle, at $40 the second most expensive item after the Avanti.
I’ve been putting this sale together for more than a week. Friends have helped tag the items. There will be five tables of stuff, monitored by two, three or four helpers, depending on how many show up on what may be the hottest day of the year so far. I have put signs up, and gotten a bunch of one dollar bills, a not-so-easy task since Apple and NASA Credit Unions refused to honor my request to exchange forty singles for my two twenties, since I am not a member of their organization. The people I spoke to there could not explain why the rule was in place, or how it served anyone well. They were apologetic but adamant.
What amazes me, having assembled this cornucopia of largely surplus items, is how I got them in the first place. It no longer matters. Tomorrow morning, hopefully, hordes of sharp-eyed shoppers will pick through my unwanted treasures and buy things and I am ready.