Now, let me just say this, I've been to El Paso, Juárez, LA, New York...and I've never seen anything like this.
Basically, we walked into a warehouse where people were scrambling around. There were about 6-7 rows of boxes. These boxes were 4x4x4 (and those are FEET) on pallets, full of stuff. There was no rhyme or reason. Generally, I don't scare...Because, hey! Let's save money! But really, I was not prepared. AT ALL.
So, we're looking around, scoping the place out, figuring what the story was...and this lady walking around with a golf club yells at us to move to another aisle, because the one we were on (the closest to the door) was about to be taken out. There was a guy riding around on a forklift, waiting to move the box/pallet combination. And yes, I did type that she was walking around with a golf club.
So we wander to the end aisle. This place was FULL. People had shopping carts full of stuff, just packed. So we gingerly start looking through a box. I guess we looked lost, because we got some friendly advice.
This older lady, going through the same box, tells us,
"If you don't want to look at it, just throw it in the box next to you! Go ahead, just move it out of the way! You have to get to the bottom to see the good stuff. If you need (latex) gloves, they have some at the front. If you can't reach it, you can borrow my hanger!"
Oh no, dear readers, this was no ordinary hanger. This was a Hulk of a hanger. This was 4 wire hangers straightened out and intertwined, and reinforced. It was SuperHanger™ .
So, the friendly (Hispanic) Goodwill lady, in her sweats and and Sunday wig, shows us how to use the hanger. If you've seen a Gopher, its basically the same thing.
(Also, what kind of place offers you gloves to go through their stock???)
The Mister and I look at each other, because, WOW.
Basically, that's the sentiment, because I don't think either of us had words.
Actually, I told him, "Oh, I get it!"
This was in response to one of his friends telling us (after going to this same Goodwill location) how disgusting it was and how he refused to shop there. And, guys, I got it, I GOT it. Because it was something to behold.
After a few minutes, the Mister tells me, "this is ALL you. I'm done."
So, I tried it. I didn't exactly dive right in, but I tried it. I moved stuff (not exactly throwing haphazardly as everyone else was) from one box to another. And by stuff, I mean STUFF. Mugs, glass, picture frames, clothesclothesclothes, shoes, unidentifiable objects, the whole lot. But really, it was just too much for me.
Now, don't mistake this for we left without anything. I found a canvas bag, for books and the like, and a converse dress, and a NY & Co. sweater and Ralph Lauren. Oh, and the Mister found one of those gigantic novelty remotes.
So, we get in line, and we figure it out: this place doesn't by the item, oh no. This place weighs what you have and you pay by ounce or pound or something. (Light bulb! This is why so many people are here!)
The people there are mostly nice, and the lady ringing us out offered a bottle of water (for purchase.) The Mister immediately said yes.
So we pay out (with a whopping total of $2.73), and I already know that this bottle of water is not to be consumed. It is to wash our hands, because you could feel a film on your hands.
This isn't to say we didn't have fun, because we thought this was hysterical. And it beat us.
The Clearance Goodwill won.