And we're back

First of all, the grass is open! This means summer has started.

Second, I have to tell you about my experience yesterday in the Goodwill on 23rd St. It's no secret that I still shop at thrift stores. I hardly ever find anything anymore now that Goodwill has upped their prices (and we won't even talk about Housing Works.), but thrift store shopping is still a good way to spend a lunch break.

There was a bit of a commotion going on when I got there, but it's Goodwill and you have to expect that sort of thing. You do not have to expect that POOP will be ALL OVER THE FLOOR. Obviously this was the source of the aforementioned commotion, which I could ignore for only so long. The employees all claimed it came from a dog, but I think they were lying. Most dogs of the size allowed in Goodwill (think handbags) do not produce the quantity or size of poop present when I arrived. I suppose a seeing-eye dog could have been the culprit, but usually seeing-eye dogs are trained well enough that they don't have "accidents."

Not only was the floor covered in copious amounts of poop, but the employees simply began directing customers around the soiled area, which was like a third of the entire store. After I'd been there for fifteen minutes, they finally started cleaning up.

The real issue here is not why there was poop all over the floor in Goodwill or who produced said poop, but instead WHY I CONTINUED TO SHOP THERE. Oh yes. I continued browsing through the jeans section, searching for the elusive $7 pair of mavis that I know are out there. And then sidestepping the poop to get to the dressing rooms, I tried on 4 items (breaking the 3 item rule, and I didn't show any of the items to the employees either, not that they were available since they were all cleaning up the poop.) There is something very wrong with me.