There was a store in college next to the Christian bookstore where we bought all our VeggieTale VHS tapes… a consignment shop that would let you make a few bucks when you were ready to sell your Guess jeans.
When it was time to study, two of the ladies in our apartment would hit the books. The other 2 of us would turn on ESPN, When Harry Met Sally, or start cleaning out closets. Occasionally my ‘giving’ pile would get large enough for me to make a stop at the consignment shop and fund a little more Thursday night two-stepping.
“I love taking things to the consignment shop! It’s like donating BUT BETTER.”
“I love coming back the next month and picking up an extra twenty bucks!”
“But, I do hate that feeling of condescension I get when she goes through my pile of offerings and hands me back the items that don’t make the cut. That’s a little embarrassing, but worth the $20.”
“You know… when you have brands that she doesn’t think will sell or something is just a little too worn out? I hate that moment. You know? You know, right?”
“That’s never happened to me.”
Never fear, Friends. I will ALWAYS bring up the rear 🙂 Best friends are not for the faint of heart.
Have a fabulous weekend, Friends.
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