Economy Shop

Today I worked at the Economy Shop because the usual volunteers had other obligations. It started off kinda fun and exciting unpacking these boxes full of linens. Just all weird used stuff. Christmas towels, maybe a chef's apron or two, and one whole lotta sheets which is interesting because I consider myself an expert folder of all things laundry and so here I was unpacking this stuff and folding it up and tra la lah, it was not exactly easy work-well let's say it was work and I guess the interesting thing was that we were making four different piles.

One was the keeping stuff and one was stuff not good enough to resell but good enough to still use and that was going to be sent to some sort of homeless operation. Then there was the dog pile and that was stuff suitable for the animal shelter. I guess they go though a lot of towels and things at the shelter-it makes sense when you think about it. The final pile which wasn't really a pile at all. It was the garbage can.

I've always maintained that there's a special place in hell for people who cast garbage off to the poor. You see it at the Goodwill. Things with giant stains or busted zippers. It's a rotten thing to do. To pass off your trash as a tax deduction and hand off your problem to someone else, with less resources. Grrr I say to you-whomever you are. And not a good Grrr either.

So the other half of the room was housewares and like the linens, people dump their actual garbage off at the Economy Shop which means a whole string of people have to handle someone elses disgusting cooties, ya know? Anyway, today Rosemary unwrapped a tiny red wok and you know I love red so I came closer to take a look at it and here, someone had dumped off a wok without cleaning it.

I mean like, they must have made the last batch of stir fry and had more cardboard boxes than dish detergent. Yoikes. Rosemary said we had to throw it away, it wasn't fit for resale and I asked if I could try and take it home and give it a proper bath and that was fine with her. So, it's soaking right now in my sink. It's kinda nifty. It has little racks and stuff. Or at least it was.

Anyway, the moral to the story is one man's ceiling is another man's floor, but come on people, show a little respect, won't you?

Thanks and have a nice day.