Saturday, July 01, 2006

It never hurts to ask, does it? Well I don't know ... depends on what you're asking!

Garage sales bring out the best in people. Long gone are the days of some semblance of decency, really. However, I keep putting myself out there for this personal torture.

All in all, we had a great sale ... much better than when the inlaws were here .. about $ 700 more better. But we won't brag or anything ...

A person could be standing in front of a table with 20000 things on it, all marked with price tags, and they ask if the table is for sale ... well, it never hurts to ask.

Or a person could be holding up a Longaberger basket (ok ... there are some who might know what Longaberger is ... it is a local basket maker that is sold at those ... you know ... home shows .. we all love and adore those, don't we?) that is clearly marked $ 40 and ask if they can have it for $ 25.... well, it never hurts to ask.

Or someone could be standing there after you have given them a freaking tutorial on your Creative Memories oval and circle cutters and then ask if I would go lower than $ 15 on them... well, it never hurts to ask.

I HATE that phrase. Seriously, if you want to know the answer, just freaking ask without the passive/aggressive copout of "well .. it never hurts to ask."

You know what, yes it does because I will curse you and all yours as you walk out to your car without making ONE purchase.

Yes it does because when you ask me and insult my intelligence and question my pricing prowess, I will only hope that your projects will all come out looking wonky because you needed to have that buck or two knocked off of the already basement prices.

I mean, do you ever hear that question asked in a doctor's office? Hey ... I was wondering if you could submit these claims to my best friend's insurer because I don't have health insurance ... hey, it never hurts to ask.

Or a dr. to his patient: hey ... while I have you under, you want me to get rid of some of that flab on your arms for ya? Hey ... it never hurts to ask.

Or the grocery store: hey ... can I get this cartfull of groceries free? hey ... it never hurts to ask.

Maybe it doesn't hurt the person you are asking, but it sure hurts your credibility.

So yes ... it DOES hurt to ask.


Blogger Lisa said...

I used to love Garage mum and I would get up bright and early and forage around amongst other people's stuff to find all those treasures I brought home and never used lol And saying that I have brought home many things of great use too!

The phrase "well, it never hurts to ask" annoys the crap out of me. The person saying it knows they're pushing their luck and while they may think it's ok to ask, it insults your intelligence and can make you feel that you should lower the price. Maybe you should increase the price to hack them off lol

Thanks for coming by my site and commenting :) I'm off to visit your renter now, and have a good day/night.

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