I am so irritated. I took a truckload of Leo’s stuff to Goodwill. 90% of it was rejected.
The folding chairs were still new in the box (well, they were in the box from 1960 and had never been used, so is that new?). The lawn chairs were also 1960’s vintage, new in box. These were not your garden variety lawn chairs made of aluminum, but real metal. Rejected. She told me they could collapse and be a hazard, so no folding chairs are taken.
Suitcase, never used, rejected because it had no wheels.
TV tables, fold up, perfect condition. Rejected. Could collapse and injure someone.
Also rejected were some brand new electrical items, in their boxes, because they were too old to have polarized plugs. Okay, I kind of get that, a fire hazard.
They took a box of books.
Goodwill probably remembered me as the person who dropped off a bag of clothes that were 100 years old. The stuff mom washed that did not fall apart in her washer. As soon as I pulled up, they recognized my car as a “reject” vehicle.
My charity experience yesterday was also frustrating, in that charity, which was a Lutheran one, they did not help me carry anything in and yelled at me when all the goods I brought in blocked their aisle and became a “fire hazard.” Those little old ladies would not even give me any empty boxes so I could bring them more stuff. So, I got a bit rude and dumped one of mine out and took it with me, “there, now your aisle is no longer blocked.”
I just wanted to drive to a dumpster and dump the crap in there, but thought of a needy family sitting in those fold up chairs with the TV tables pulled up to them and toasting toast in their non-polarized plug toaster.
So I found yet another charity which rejects nothing. I had to deal with a man who stunk to high heaven and looked like he’d done time, hard time. He would take the light items and let me carry the cast iron lawn chairs. Then he made a big deal about giving me the donation slip. But, the stuff is gone. Good riddance.
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That house has kept you busy and your mind off Bob being gone...now that he is coming home, are you thrilled??
Where do you go next??
Duh...drop it off after the store closes and then leave a heart shaped box full of dog shit on top of the stuff.
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