Sunday, May 18, 2008

lassie rantings

Jes, from ova here, came to keep me sane during my little hood garage sale. Her estrogen treasures evened out my male dominant finds, so it was a match made in heaven. We were pretty productive and got rid of some of our outgrown toys and such. But something happened that, for some reasons, shocks and really bothers me. I had someone steal clothes from my garage sale. Now, my boys are not macked out in designer duds and these clothes were marked to sell. Most were priced from 50 cents to a dollar - no high retail in my garage! But as I was reorganizing the table I noticed somethings missing, two outfits in particular. Now you are probably wondering how I noticed but as I put out the clothes I was having my little 'flashback to when Grady was small younger and fit in these cute little things moment'. Grady had three little Carter's polo romper type outfits that I always thought made him look extra cute and like a tiny man. They were some of my favorites and I had a hard time parting with them (lame I know). So when I noticed they were no longer on the table I was taken aback. Why would someone steal them? They were priced for a dollar and I would have easily been persuaded to mark them down even more if they would have asked. But they didn't, they just took them. Hubby tried to be the devil's advocate by saying if they had to steal them they obviously could not have afforded them to begin with. Which I understand, but really, you could have asked. Dude, I would have packed up all my clothes and given them to this person for free - If. They. Asked. It was a garage sale if they hadn't noticed. Just trying to get a little something something for all the crap treasures I cleaned out of my basement for three straight weekends. Yes, the lassie is bitter. Not what people who may be reading me for the first time want to hear I am sure - so for that I apologize. I will try and make lighter posts in the coming days I swear!!

So you don't think I am a crabby, selfish, ranting fool, I will mention that I know that I have been blessed in many ways. I do go out of my way to share and give back whenever possible, but it also erks me to no end when people are deceitful and sneaky. (oh, here is that negativity again - sorry!) I should also mention that most of the money from my sale is going to her because she is extra special to us and I can't wait for her to sail.

I will now jump off my angry soapbox and take my aggressions to the field. As I look outside I see dark and foreboding clouds laughing at me. Great! Cold, windy weather and possibly rain - just what this soccer lassie asked for....not!

6 comments:

Jes said...

Don't forget that some sticky hannded kid stole one of my toys too. Guess I can't even trust the nice neighborhood folk.

Blondefabulous said...

Having been in an extremely tenneble position recently, I can say with complete aplomb that I was never move the filch anything, no matter how desperate we were. There are enough good people in the world and as long as you honor your Karma and pass it on, you'll be ok. I bet it really irked you though!

Dutchiestyle said...

I had a mega yard sale here a few weeks ago to fund my move to the NL. I noticed that someone had stolen a glucometer machine to test blood sugar. It was brand new and I had it priced for a moderate $5 versus the $70 it costs in stores. I was PISSED. I'm a nice person. If someone would have bargained or simply said "look, I have diabetes and can't afford this, can you make it cheaper?", I'd have given it to them. But don't steal from me. Nothing gets in my crawl more than that!

JCR said...

I had a kid break two of my music boxes at our last garage sale. I was nice, but inside I was so not happy. Sorry to hear someone stole your stuff. That would have upset me, too.

otilius said...

Wow! Some people have absolutely NO shame whatsoever. I have heard friends complain when a person actually asked them to sell something for 25 cents versus the 50 cents price tag. But to steal at a garage sale just seems so damn low to me.

Here via Dutch-A-Pimpin' and glad of it.

Emma in Canada said...

I live in the garage sale capital of North America. People who have money will steal your clothes if they can get away with it. It's a sad, sad thing but it happens all the time. Some people just want the ultimate deal.