Do you ever worry that human being are complete and utter a&*holes? I usually don’t but every once in a while….
Today is yard sale day in our neighbourhood. My daughter hand-made bookmark and is selling them to raise money to donate to Run For The Cure. Over the past few weeks she has put a ton of effort into making about 30 beautiful bookmarks. At 730 AM she carted them out with a sign that made it clear that all proceeds from her sales where going to charity. The price – 3$ each or 4 for 10$.
7:30 – no sales
8:00 – no sales
8:30 – no sales
9:00 – no sales
I will admit to a certain prejudice and snobbery when it comes to yard sale. Principally as a child, but also as an adult I have been forced to spend my fair share of time at yard sales. Not to put too fine a point on it, but I generally find yard sale aficionados to be rude, cheap, intensely materialistic and unkind. While they bought nothing, in their defence a number of people were very complementary about the bookmarks and what she was trying to do.
So, what’s a good father to do? I walked up the street, found a guy who looked nice and reasonable, explained what my daughter was doing and her lack of success, gave him 10$ and asked him to go buy four bookmarks from her.
10 minutes later I returned to the stand:
Me: “Any Luck?”
Daughter “A bit; I sold 1”
Daughter: “Yup… a guy came and bought one; I have three dollars to donate.”
Me: “That’s awesome”