Unfiltered Story #91916

, , | Unfiltered | August 22, 2017

(I’m helping out a friend who is managing a booth at one of the biggest video game swap meets in Canada. It’s pretty busy, and people are offering quite a few high value trades. We have a bin of common, relatively cheap NES games at the front with the most expensive being Super Mario Bros 3 at $30. A kid, about 12, zones in and grabs it as soon as the swap meet opens.)

Kid: How much for the Mario? *ignoring the sticker price on it*

Me: It’s $30, sir.

Kid: Can you do $15?

Me: Sorry, no can do.

(The kid puts it back without saying a word, but he roams around and browses our tables a few more time. Eventually he comes back with a tacky Chewbacca bobblehead that’s probably worth a few bucks.)

Kid: Hey, can you do a trade for this? *waves the Chewbacca bobblehead in my face*

Me: All trades have to go through my boss. I’ll let you talk to him.

Boss: *comes up after a minute* Hey, what do you got there?

Kid: Will you trade this Chewbacca bobblehead for Mario 3?

Boss: Sorry, I’m not really interested in taking toys.

Kid: … so will you trade this for Mario 3?

Boss: Sorry, but no.

Kid: How about if I trade a game with it?

Boss: Depends on what you bring me.

Kid: … what if I trade two games with it?

Boss: It still depends on what you bring me.

Kid: So will you do $15 for this and some games?

Boss: I’d still need to see which games.

(At this point my boss walks away and the kid just gives a frustrated look and wanders off. He came by at least one more time, still holding that Chewbacca bobblehead. I know he’s a kid, but he was still old enough to know no means no.)

Not Kitten About That Sale

| Working | July 8, 2015

(I am buying books at a yard sale.)

Woman: “That will be four dollars. Or… three dollars if you take a kitten.”

Me: “I have five kittens at home from a stray who adopted us and about eight other strays who come around.”

Woman: “Okay. Two dollars if you take a kitten.”

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Maybe They Were Cream-Filled?

| Right | May 16, 2015

(We are having yard sale at our house, where I am selling all kinds of things including chocolate molds for making different types of chocolate candies. A very nice and friendly elderly lady approaches me to chat about them.)

Lady: “You know, I used to have to buy chocolate by the 100 lb. bag because I made and sold so much candy.”

Me: “Wow, sounds like you were pretty busy with it!”

Lady: “Oh, yes, I had a room in my home dedicated to it. Most of my customers were my coworkers at [Local Plant].”

Me: “How nice.”

(I’m trying to be polite but I’ve got to be available for others to ask questions or make purchases.)

Lady: “I used to make chocolate penises.”

Me: “How ni— Wait, what?”

Lady: “Penises. I made a birthday cake covered with chocolate penises for a coworker. It said, ‘here’s the beef!’ Ha! Penises! Can you imagine?”

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I Just Gotta Be Me

| Friendly | March 7, 2014

(While browsing tables at a yard sale with my mom, a lady taps my shoulder. I turn around.)

Lady: “Oh! It’s not you.”

Me: “Yes, it is!”

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The Whole Nine Yards Of Unreason

| Right | January 26, 2014

(Whilst having an indoor yard sale, I happen to have an open and hours sign from our old store, so I put them up. A customer in a rather nice car pulls up.)

Customer: “What kind of store is this?”

Me: ‘It’s a yard sale. I just happen to have the signs and thought they would be funny.”

Customer: “Oh… okay.”

(The customer proceeds to browse for a few minutes.)

Customer: “Is this used?”

Me: “Yes.”

Customer: “How about this? Is this used?”

Me: “Yes…”


Me: “This is a yard sale. That’s generally how it works. People sell their used goods.”

Customer: “I’ve never heard of nonsense like that. Nobody wants someone’s used things. I’m reporting you to the Better Business Bureau!”

Me: “Go right ahead. Have a nice day.”

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