It didn't take long to realize that things weren't going to go well. I quickly discovered that everyone that came by my sale lived in the trailer park. I started to wonder if it was really advertised in the papers like we were told it would be. My husband called en route to work and said there was something going on at the nearby fairgrounds and suggested that maybe people would come from there after the festivities were done there, so I kept my hopes up that that's where everyone was and things would improve later. By 2 o'clock, I could barely keep my eyes open and the baby was down for a nap, so I was very tempted to take a nap, but I was too afraid that I'd miss prospective customers. Finally, I gave up and decided to rest my eyes for a bit, but kept my ears open for movement outside or cars pulling up. I rested for about 45 minutes and heard nothing. When I looked back outside, nothing had been touched, so I highly doubt I missed anyone.
Meanwhile, I was itching to go to see what others had out to sell. Finally, about a half hour before the sale was scheduled to end, I decided to go for it. I left an envelope outside with a note on it for people to pay what they felt things were worth, popped the now awake toddler in the wagon, and took off. Talking to the other people having sales, they all questioned whether it was in the paper, one lady even going as far as saying her friend checked the paper and didn't see it! Well, no wonder business sucked! I did find some treasures though--2 boxes of wide-mouth canning lids and rings (most of my canning jars are wide mouth) for $1.50, a couple wooden puzzles for $.25, a plastic Tonka truck for $1.00, and a couple Fisher Price Little People doll houses for a total of $3.00.
When I got back to my own sale, there was nothing in the envelope, but I could tell the roaming band of neighborhood kids I'd passed earlier had been there since some of the toys had been played with. I wasn't surprised by either of these things. By this time, it was "officially" (in quotes because this is what we were told would be in the paper, but apparently nothing was in the paper) quitting time, but I decided to leave things up for a while longer in the hopes that someone would miraculously come by and buy tons of stuff that I would then not have to put away. It also occurred to me that I could post that I had yard sale leftovers on Freecycle and get rid of it that way. I wouldn't make money that way, but it wouldn't be cluttering up our lives either, so I considered that a fair trade.
Just as I was about to go inside to post the leftovers as an offer, I noticed dark clouds threatening in the distance. Rather than pulling up my email, I checked the weather--and groaned. Sure enough, there was rain coming. I had about an hour to get everything under cover before it hit. So much for getting rid of it! I started piling it in the garage as fast as I could. I had just covered the love seat that I'd need my husband's help to move (he was still at work) with a tarp and put away the last of the things I could move myself when the first rain drops hit. So now my garage is piled up with stuff I don't want or need anymore.
The sale wasn't a complete wash. I did get to meet a lot of people from the trailer park, something I hadn't really had opportunity to do before beyond my immediate neighbors and my kids' friends' parents. Once you subtract the $5.75 I spent at other sales and the I-don't-want-to-think-how-much-it-was for ice cream from the ice cream truck (I like to get the kids ice cream from the ice cream truck a couple times a year, because I'm pretty sure by the time they are adults, ice cream trucks will be a thing of the past and I'd like them to have memories of them to share with their kids. "When I was a kid..." kind of memories), I still ended up with about $10 that I didn't have at the beginning of the day, which, while not much, is still $10 that I didn't have at the beginning of the day. All-in-all though, I'd say this sale was a fail.