I’ve heard it said that old horse traders were so successful at what they did because they really loved horses. Not many folks do actual horse trading these days; however, the need to bargain runs strong in my blood. Yesterday, I got the “fever”. I needed to go treasure hunting, aka, hitting yard sales.
I live in a rural area with several small towns. The first sale was in a town I’m familiar with, but the streets twist, turn, and have more dead ends than my hair. I swear a wino has laid out this town. Where the heck did 5th street go? It was just here two blocks ago. I go from giving up to never give up, back and forth. I’m making my retreat when I see 5th street, right there all along, who knew? Probably Rand McNally.
The hunt pays off. The first thing I spy is a table of glass and pottery. Oohshiny…I say hello to the seller and start looking. He asks me what I’m interested in and I say I love it all. I find a small vase that looks pretty cool, but it doesn’t have a maker’s mark. I ask if he knows anything about it. He doesn’t, but he’s pretty sure it’s old. There’s Frankoma, which is always worth a look. Some pretty blue dishes that I later learn are Fiesta. I’m mentally calculating the cost of what I want to buy when I hear, “would you be interested in buying the entire table?”. Of course I would, but I’m not sure it’s in my budget. I ask how much and he shoots me a price that $10 less than the one I had in mind. The bargaining blood begins coursing through my veins. I can’t resist going just a little lower. I make an offer, he says ok, and we have a deal.
The next stop is a small community about 10 miles away. I’ve never been there, but I assume there will be signs. There are 3 signs in 5 miles. I follow the curve in the road. Wrong way, back to the big curve. Drive the other way, no signs. I’ve decided to call it quits, and, as I’m turning around, I see the cardboard “yard sale” sign out of the corner of my eye. It’s 180 time.
Oohshiny! This sale is bigger than the first. It’s a beautiful day, almost noon, and the seller is a woman who would rather be fishing. I say hello, we chat, and I ask if she’s ready to negotiate yet. To my happy surprise, she says “oh yes”. I’m pretty sure she’s expecting me to bargain for a few items, but I offer to buy the entire table. She’s caught off guard, but wants to be finished, so she asks me for a price. I make an offer I’m pretty sure she won’t take and she doesn’t. However, it gives us a starting point and soon we reach an acceptable bargained-for sum.
Nothing like a truck load of shiny to make my day.