confession.
I have a secret to tell you…I have an addiction. Katherine and I discuss it often and try to figure out a way to ween myself off of it but I can’t seem to. And now that she’s in Minnesota and I’m alone in Seattle for two weeks - I know it’s going to get out of hand.
It’s Goodwill. I’m literally addicted to bargain shopping at Goodwill, and Goodwill only. I’m not joking at all when I say that this gets me out of bed somedays…the intense need to get there before anyone else to see what new things were dropped that day.
Last week, during one of my regular visits, was when I realized I had a serious problem. First of all, when I walked in, one of the employees (Jed) greeted me by name. Now, he just happens to be working every time I frequent and we all know I tend to get to know strangers much faster than most - but still…Jed from Goodwill knows my name and sometimes calls me “Minnesota”.
During that same visit was when I got into an argument with an around-seventy-year-old lady over a $9.99 table. Like, I was actually upset and raising my voice at her. She stole it from under me, snide bargain shopper. Of course, when I realized “oh. my. gosh. I’m in a goodwill yelling at grandma over a scuffed up piece of crap table”, I let her take it. I still think about how perfect it would have fit next to our wine cabinet though…
And on that note, I’m off to run some errands which yes, include Goodwill. I can’t stop myself.
