Dear Goodwill Employee Deb:
Last week, I came to your store in search of furniture for Disgruntled Husband's new office. I found a nice computer desk for $10 that would work well for us and brought the tag to you.
You rang it up and indicated that someone would help me load it in The Limo if I brought it around front. Which I did. Everything was loaded up and brought back to the new office.
This week, as I was calculating all of the expenses of the Blaze of Glory, I entered the cost of the desk, from the receipt, on to my Excel spreadsheet.
Here it is:
Did you happen to catch what I saw? Here, let me point it out for you:
1.) You are delusional if you think you look to be about the same age as me...which is 32.
2.) I need to do a full-on glitz pageant beauty regiment before I shop at Goodwill.
I know I wasn't looking fabulous when I went to your store that day...I believe I was wearing a black sleeveless shirt, jean shorts, sandals, and no makeup, but in no way did I look to be 55, which is what I'm assuming your "seniority" starts at.
I saw people in there wearing mis-matched crocs and faded Sea World shirts, so please assure me it was you making the mistake that day.
I don't think I'll be back at your location any time soon. And, side note, I'm about at Platinum Shopper level at Sephora.com since I discovered my discount. I'm sure they thank you.
A few years away from Botox,
The Snarky Mom