Thrift Store Geezer

Donating in our town has to be done stealthily and in the middle of the night. It is absolutely true and everyone in town knows how to sneak our unwanted things into the local bin without getting caught. Now most of you are probably confused. Most people take their used items in broad daylight and are rewarded with their generosity by receiving a tax donation slip for their efforts. Not at our thrift shop!

Posted are signs telling the donors how to package the donation and what is not being accepted that week. Now that is understandable since they could get overrun with old 8 track players that no one would ever purchase if they didn't have some limits. However, even when their is no posting that something is not being accepted one can get screamed at for donating it. Crazy thing is even if you think you have timed it right and surely the old geezer has gone home, somehow he is always there and runs out furious.

After a particularly successful garage sale last year, we only had one recliner to donate. So the 2 dutiful husbands drove over to see if they could drop it off. The thrift store was closed and the sign didn't say anything about not taking furniture so they jumped out to quickly off load it. That's when the thrift store mafia caught them! The old guy came running out waving his arms (which is legendary in our town) and yelled at them to put that back on the truck. Being newbies at dealing with the guy Ron and Darin asked why. Bad mistake! Although they didn't get a clear explanation they quickly reloaded the chair and sped away. The best part of this story is that neither of them believed us about the Mafia man until they were attacked by him. I think they thought us woman folk were just exaggerating the whole thing.

I have to admit there have been times when I have had a particularly bad day and know I could bite anyone's head off for even looking at me wrong, I sometimes take a bag of clothes in the middle of the day. It is just that a justified screaming match with this ungrateful jerk can be just the release I need. Now isn't that better than kicking the dog?

 Seriously, I know what the problem is with them not willingly taking donations. He is so scary I have never shopped in that thrift store so who would be brave enough to venture in and buy any of the junk we donate? Certainly none of my friends.

In Him,
Joyful
4-12-11