There's a Goodwill store several blocks from my house. I walk by it on my way home from work. There's always a pile of donations on the sidewalk. People who HAD to donate their stuff and the store was closed.
Forgive me if I've told you this story already, I can't remember and I don't feel like going through a year's worth of blogs to figure it out.
I usually walk by the pile. One day it looks enticing. It's 2AM. I start "shopping." I sift through piles of stuff. I find a fabulous coffee mug, a notepad, a puppy magnet. It's like I've hit the jackpot. A homeless/crazy man approaches. He tries to pick me up. Indignant, I recount the story to Tiger, he remarks,
"So you were going through stuff on the street in front of Goodwill at 2AM and you're upset a homeless guy was trying to pick you up?"
Yes!
Then yesterday I google Goodwill to figure out their hours and a ton of yelp reviews pop up. Who reviews Goodwill? Seventy-three people just for the store near me. There are a multitude of complaints: prices are too high, "it smells like old things," someone bought one shoe and is searching for it's mate, etc. A two-star complaint catches my eye:
"I came here to drop off a bunch of clothes. Because it was closed, I unloaded a few bags outside the front door, and as I was walking away, I was horrified to witness a swarm of kids devour my clothing ... I haven't felt like going back."
P.S. There really is a person on Yelp looking for a shoe. If you have it, she asks you to let her know and promises to "work something out."
i think it would be cool if you had sex with that dog and wrote about it
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