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timepiececlock...and I put up signs. Not that that's the interesting part, but I just wanted to add it because I put them near the signs for another yard sale just around the corner from us.... and we were totally kicking their ass in the customer department. For once living on a busy street pays off.
Anyway, the interesting part happened today (Day 2). A guy was looking around and he was trying to give us each a silvery plasticy fake coin about the size of a silver dollar with text in relief of some Bible scripture, I don't remember which one. Anyway, he started talking to me about how passing them out was the idea of a man who is now fighting in Iraq. And I let him say his piece, even though he was standing in my driveway in the middle of a yard sale with a bunch of other people around that I could have been helping to buy stuff (it was around 11am...a busy hour) instead of having him prolesteralizeblahyaddadwhateverthewordis me, because I do have respect for my fellow citizens fighting in Iraq for the safety of all of us. And it didn't take much time for me to humor him. Then he tried to give me one. I held up my hand and said, "No thank you."
He tried again. I said "No, thank you. Really, I don't want it."
He tried a third time. I said, "Sir, please, I don't want it. Thank you but no."
He turned away and started to walk off, then I adjusted something on the table and out of the corner of my eye I saw him put it on the table near the cash box where my dad was standing.
I took offense at this. I had listened to him preach his piece because I wanted to be polite, and then when I refuse his token, he leaves it on my freaking table after I told him three times I didn't want it. As if I needed to be saved against my will.
Fuck that. I was polite, he should have been polite too and kept the damn thing for someone else who would have been fucking happy to get it.
But, it was a yard sale, and there were real customers around. And my parents. So instead of pointing at him indignantly and shouting "What the hell do you think you're doing putting your Jesus coin on my atheist table!", I calmly went over, picked it up, and moved it onto one of the merchandise junk tables.
This is a later conversation with my parents during the afternoon lull:
Shaka: So did that one guy try to give you a Jesus coin too?
ShakaDada: Yeah, I said no thank you, but I think there ended up being one on the table.
Shaka: Right here, on this table?
ShakaDada: Yeah. I think he gave it to me or something and I set it down there. Looks like it's gone now.
Shaka: No you didn't. He probably walked off after you said no. But I said no more than once, and then I saw him he go over here and leave it on our table anyway.
ShakaMom: Oh really.
Shaka: Yeah. **points to one of the "sell" tables where coin is seen sitting next to coffee mugs**
I put it over there hoping he'd take offense at my selling it and take it back.
ShakaMom: Sara!
Shaka: **shrug** Obviously he didn't understand that the point of a garage sale is to get people to take our junk, not to give us more. Besides, it's not like I would actually have charged for it. I just wanted him to see it there.
Anyway, the interesting part happened today (Day 2). A guy was looking around and he was trying to give us each a silvery plasticy fake coin about the size of a silver dollar with text in relief of some Bible scripture, I don't remember which one. Anyway, he started talking to me about how passing them out was the idea of a man who is now fighting in Iraq. And I let him say his piece, even though he was standing in my driveway in the middle of a yard sale with a bunch of other people around that I could have been helping to buy stuff (it was around 11am...a busy hour) instead of having him prolesteralizeblahyaddadwhateverthewordis me, because I do have respect for my fellow citizens fighting in Iraq for the safety of all of us. And it didn't take much time for me to humor him. Then he tried to give me one. I held up my hand and said, "No thank you."
He tried again. I said "No, thank you. Really, I don't want it."
He tried a third time. I said, "Sir, please, I don't want it. Thank you but no."
He turned away and started to walk off, then I adjusted something on the table and out of the corner of my eye I saw him put it on the table near the cash box where my dad was standing.
I took offense at this. I had listened to him preach his piece because I wanted to be polite, and then when I refuse his token, he leaves it on my freaking table after I told him three times I didn't want it. As if I needed to be saved against my will.
Fuck that. I was polite, he should have been polite too and kept the damn thing for someone else who would have been fucking happy to get it.
But, it was a yard sale, and there were real customers around. And my parents. So instead of pointing at him indignantly and shouting "What the hell do you think you're doing putting your Jesus coin on my atheist table!", I calmly went over, picked it up, and moved it onto one of the merchandise junk tables.
This is a later conversation with my parents during the afternoon lull:
Shaka: So did that one guy try to give you a Jesus coin too?
ShakaDada: Yeah, I said no thank you, but I think there ended up being one on the table.
Shaka: Right here, on this table?
ShakaDada: Yeah. I think he gave it to me or something and I set it down there. Looks like it's gone now.
Shaka: No you didn't. He probably walked off after you said no. But I said no more than once, and then I saw him he go over here and leave it on our table anyway.
ShakaMom: Oh really.
Shaka: Yeah. **points to one of the "sell" tables where coin is seen sitting next to coffee mugs**
I put it over there hoping he'd take offense at my selling it and take it back.
ShakaMom: Sara!
Shaka: **shrug** Obviously he didn't understand that the point of a garage sale is to get people to take our junk, not to give us more. Besides, it's not like I would actually have charged for it. I just wanted him to see it there.
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Date: 2004-08-02 01:04 am (UTC)"What the hell do you think you're doing putting your Jesus coin on my atheist table!"
That made me snort good and loud.
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Date: 2004-08-02 01:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-02 07:05 am (UTC)Ok, some Christian needs to help me out here. *g*
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Date: 2004-08-02 08:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-02 02:05 am (UTC)How dare you put your Jesus coin on my atheist table?
LMAO
OMG.
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Date: 2004-08-02 07:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-02 08:13 am (UTC)