More pics and a yard sale story

Here are a few more pictures of the place we are staying right now. It has been a very nice space for us. The dogs are fun (although they do take work), and we have especially been enjoying the ice/water dispenser in the fridge door.

These are my favorite flowers here. They are right by the entryway. They bloom every morning, and by noon they have usually fallen off (from the heat, I suppose). But they reappear every morning, and they are so bright and cheery.

Last weekend, we had a yard sale (our last one here, thank goodness). Now that we have some experience with yard sales in Tallahassee, I felt like I had most things figured out. I know that if you say 7am on the sign, someone will be there at 6am. (In fact, there is a good chance someone will stop by the day before to get an early look.) There will be some negotiating in terms of prices, and electrical items will need to be plugged in so it is clear that they work. But one thing happened at the yard sale last Saturday that I did not expect. Brian thought it was a pretty funny story, so I thought I'd share it here.

Our yard sale was set to start at 7am, so I wanted to have everything set up by 6:30 at the latest. I got everything out in the yard and organized. I hauled out a chair and the radio and prepared to greet customers. The first person came around 6:30. She was a younger-looking lady (like me), and spent a little time looking at the stuff we had spread out on the driveway. Finally, she decided that the nail polish collection would be a good gift for her young daugther. I asked for $10 (there were over 20 different colors of polish in there), and she counter-offered with $5. We agreed on $5 (I really wanted to get rid of stuff at the sale), and she gave me a $10 bill. So I headed inside to get some change. I only had one $1 bill (this was our first customer), so I came back with 5 dollar coins. Dollar coins are relatively common, so I was taken aback when this lady looked at the coins and returned them to me. "That's not real money!" she declared with certainty. I explained to her that dollar coins had been around for a long time and were real money, but she refused them, grabbed her $10 back, and left in a huff. Now I'm not really a super morning person, so I realise that I was a little out of it still. But it did set a bad tone for the start of the sale, although after selling a few items, I did get over it. I was just so blown away that this lady had never seen a dollar coin before and accused me of trying to swindle her.