Okay, I haven’t told ANY of you I was going to do this, but here goes. In Cheesecake City, twice a year there are a proliferation of kids consignment sales. Not consignment shops, but actual sales (like garage sales). They are held in church multipurpose rooms, tents at the Lions Club, or the American Legion.
(Crap. Could I have contracted Legionnaire’s Disease?)
So anyway. A week or two ago I’m surfing CraigsList, eyeing all the cool baby stuff when I see an ad that one of the local consignment sales (there are 3 or more different groups doing these sales that I know of) is in need of volunteers. Hey! I can volunteer for stuff, I think, gleefully surfing to their site and filling out the little form to indicate my interest.
Fast forward to yesterday. My shift is in the morning. The sale actually starts this week but the group is setting up yesterday and today. I show up bright and early (on a Saturday! WTF was I thinking?) and help unload a giant rental truck of boxes, Rubbermaid totes, etc. Inside the room, all the racks and tables have been set up.
By approximately 9:30 AM, I realize that I have volunteered (read: no $) to help this freak set up basically a giant garage sale where most of the merchandise is from HER. And the profit? Also hers. Think about it: a t-shirt sells for $5 (seriously: a secondhand kid’s shirt for $5? Really?). She gets the entire $5! And holy moly, some of these stuff was uuuugly. And smelly too. Yech. Anything that doesn’t sell and isn’t picked up by the consignor is hers, so I imagine the overhead is fairly low.
There was also a little bitchfight between another group renting the hall and one of the volunteers for the sale (no, not me!) where the guy from the other group made it clear to the volunteer that he was damn tired of us women (!) encroaching upon his sacred space with their clothes n’ stuff and that, even though the volunteer has a bad back, we were not to put our heavy boxes of ugly clothes on his empty tables. Jackass.
By the time I left, some people had left their stuff to sell. One item was a Harry Potter something or other. The lady running the sale informed us that “If you see Harry Potter ANYTHING, it goes straight in the garbage.” By this point, I’d had about enough and was (not so) patiently waiting for Gene to arrive to pick me up. She gets into this big conversation about how evil Harry Potter is and he’s satanic and all the spells he casts are really Satanic and some lady in her church showed her a movie of a Real Satanic Ritual. Ooh la la.
So there you have it. Once again, I got Snaked by the, well, you know whos…