yard sale fever

This weekend I had an opportunity to practice my Hungarian at a rummage sale! The school holds two a year, with some of the proceeds going toward a scholarship fund. I decided to help out Saturday morning, and it was an interesting experience. Hungarians are hard-core about their bargain shopping... Let's break it down into categories:
Hungarian Phrases I Heard Repeatedly All Morning

• How much is this?
• Does this work?
• What size is this?
• Does this come with a matching top?
• Has that already been sold?
  
• What IS this?
• Will you take ____ instead?
  

Hungarian Words I Felt Confident Saying

• 50 cents.
• Thank you.
• Yes.
• No.

Hungarian Phrases I Butchered

• You can take all of those for 50 cents (what I actually said was whole, only 50 cents)
  
• It works, but it's very loud (what I actually said was no quiet, but... good work. -- and I said but in English by mistake.)
• It's a thermos for soup (what I actually said was Soup in, warm)
  

Items I Can't Believe Actually Sold

• A wide variety of 80s dresses, complete with huge bows and shoulder pads.
• A used, stained pillow. yuck.
• Cassette tapes of Michael Bolton's greatest hits.

Some of the stuff was actually good, but some of it was highly laughable. Anyway, it was a good way to interact with Hungarians and stretch my vocab just a bit. And after freezing to death outside, we found a really cool teahouse in the city and tried to warm up! And we made over $800 for the scholarship.

Tomorrow I make the official trip into the city to register the car! This may excite me more if I could actually drive it. I was doing pretty well, and then I stalled again and got nervous. So I started overthinking everything, which means that today was the worst I've driven in a long time. Sigh.

I stayed up too late talking on Skype last night; although it was well worth it, I'm pretty tired, so I think I'm going to crash early. I have a long day of medieval ballads and yearbook designs ahead of me!