Oxymoron, Part 2 : "Good"Will by Debbie
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(part 1 was "Best"Buy)
We had a garage sale on Saturday. Didn't sell much or make much money, but we made enough to cover the cost of having some friends over on Saturday night. The Garage Sale Groupies bought us a birthday cake, potato salad, baked beans and Coke. Thank you, GSG. However, they did not get rid of enough of our crap.
So we loaded it into my car for the thrift store. Which was closed.
Yesterday I left work early and went there. "Full! No Dumping!" So I drove to another. "Open Until 5pm" Yay! So I started unloading my crap from the trunk of the car. Suddenly, there's this jerk (original thoughts of the story include a word that started with an "a" and ended with "hole", but I don't want Siga to know that word yet, so I censored my thoughts) yelling at me. "It's after 5! No more dumping!" I looked at my watch and it was 4 minutes to 5. I said this and he said, "Maam, we go by our clock, NOT yours!" Then he slammed the door.
Everyone knows that I don't break rules, so I closed my trunk and started to get into my car and he opened the door back up and yelled, "If you're still here the next time I come out, I'm calling the police!"
I am still in shock. No one has ever threatened to call the police on me before. I watch Cops and I see the people who are threatened to have the police called on them. They are bad people doing bad things. I was trying to donate stuff to help people. I could have thrown it all in the garbage. But I was trying to do the good thing.
Okay. That part isn't entirely true, because there aren't enough garbage cans
in our neighborhood to throw away all this stuff in. But still…
Point remains that GoodWill was not very good to this big ol' pregnant lady.