Made it through six days of selling, it had its moments, good, bad, peculiar, but that's selling for you. It was like an entire year's worth of markets crammed into one week.
I posted my ad on Monday and people started showing up at my house on Tuesday. I tried to schedule them so they wouldn't arrive in massive throngs, or thongs, and overwhelm my sense of decorum and equilibrium. That worked pretty well. The site where I advertised demanded that we follow all the government diktats regarding disease transmission, so I observed them only in the breach - no mask for me, if you want to wear one, well suit yourself. Probably 90% of the customers wore masks which made it easy for me to ignore whatever they were saying.
Most of them were polite, followed societal norms, some were odd and did things like stand in the driveway, stare at my house, then jump back in their car and leave, but I figure, as in most social interactions, rejection is protection. One woman sent me a message stating that both her husband and her child had just tested positive for the chinese lung aids, she hadn't, would it be okay for her to visit anyway? I declined - I may be foolhardy, silly, cavalier even, when it comes to this stuff, but no reason to live too dangerously, eh?
Speaking of "Eh", I had probably a dozen or more Canadians stop by. We had some good laughs, we talked of the Great White North, freezing our tender bits off, Poutine and all things Canadian, carryin' on like we wuz pals from way back, you know, before 1812 or so. That was tremendous fun.
I may have written before about the things I like about going to market - making friends, having repeat customers, selling stuff, making money, all good points, worthy goals, but most of all I loved seeing the dogs. I really miss seeing dogs and meeting new dogs and getting bitten by pit bulls (that actually happened once) and lo and behold, one customer rolled up and it was all three at once - a repeat customer, a good friend from Mississippi and she and her husband brought their new puppy. Aw, puppy! I was so taken with the little guy I neglected to take a picture, but you can imagine a fluffy puppy with great markings, excellent manners and a sweet disposition. That was this puppy, and he was in my house, he met my dog, they got along well, and the people bought a bunch of bowls. I got to carry around a young dog, talk to it, spoil it with treats, what a wonderful thing.
Speaking of my dog, she was inside sometimes, outside some, hardly ever let me know when people pulled into the driveway, and when she was in here with people she was very well behaved. Didn't bite anyone's face off. Got lots of attention and lots of treats. She liked that.
One pushy woman from Lawn Guy Land noticed that I couldn't hear (duh!) and insisted on jamming one of her hearing aids into one of my ears. I mentioned she was a pushy New Yorker, right? Is that redundant? Anyway, I tried it for a bit and noticed that the damn thing echoed. What the? "Oh, you get used to that" she said. Well, alrighty then. Do you know ASL? Have I got a sign for you!
Speaking of ASL, at least two visitors did know it, and we had a good ol' time over there on the Group W bench, signing and jokin' and carryin' on. That was fun.
Today a guy showed up and he had some great stories. His grandfather died back in 2019. His death is not the great part, it was his life that mattered. He was born in 1910 and died just weeks short of his 110th birthday. He was the 7th oldest living man in the country at the time. He worked his whole life, had 10 children and attributed his longevity to avoiding food. I am not making this up - the old timer said he mainly didn't eat, didn't like food, worked all the time and there you have it. Shut up, Trooper.
Then what do you know, yesterday Frank P. himself showed up to take a look at what I was selling. Turns out he works with laminated blanks, so our work has nothing in common, but now when people ask I can say "Why yes, yes I do know Frank, hell, he's even been over to my house. We go way back." And that makes me laugh.