I call it bad will
Yesterday I had a rare morning alone. Anderson and Caroline were at school and Sullivan was with Nana. I hardly knew what to do with myself. I think I might be lame. The mister and I planned a lunch date but that left me with about three hours to kill. I forced myself to leave the house and not squander the time with housework and chores. That would have definitely made me super lame.
My first stop was Goodwill. I have heard stories of the glories to be found there but have never wanted to take all three childrens there without other adult chaperones. I had cash in my pocket (wallet actually. I am girl. I do not put things in my pockets.) and time on my hands. I was ready to find the deal of the century.
Almost immediately I spotted the twin of a blue and white canister that I have in my kitchen. Mine was a wedding gift from our Pier One registry almost eight years ago. The original cost was about $30. Eight years ago. All this flashed through my mind in a millisecond. In my opinion and using Sara Math (different from actual math) this used canister should have cost about five bucks. Right? Wrong! The price sticker said the cost of the canister was THIRTY DOLLARS! I am serious. That was the original price of the brand new canister from the actual swanky Pier One store almost a decade ago. What the what.
When did Goodwill decide to be so fancy? Why does Goodwill charge more for donated items than the brand new equivalent at a retail store? This is craziness. I agree with the mission statement of Goodwill but I think it has gotten a little out of hand. I almost regret the van loads of stuff we have donated over the years.
I applaud everyone that has found awesome boots for a dollar or a couch for a quarter at Goodwill, but I think I will take my money elsewhere. Or just save it. Because how many blue and white canisters does a gal really need?
