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Trapped In Paradise
Dec. 4th, 2012 01:37 pmLast night I lost my keys at the Goodwill Outlet in Everett.
The Goodwill Outlet, as I think I've mentioned before, is not like your average thrift store. It's a giant warehouse in an industrial Park where instead of having things hung up and on shelves and basically trying to look like a REAL store that just happens to sell used stuff, they just roll out giant bins of product and let the people fight over the stuff in it. No price tags; they charge by the pound, different rates for different things. On average, it's all 50-cents a pound with the exception of things like furniture, books, electronics and the likes where they actually DO put prices on the items, but those prices are EXTREMELY cheap like $2 for an easy chair, $8 for a giant TV set, maybe $20 total for a dining room table with 6 chairs... and best of all, they're rolling new stuff out ALL DAY LONG. "Oh those 6 bins full of toys have been sitting there for an hour? Take them away, bring out fresh bins! Those clothes have been there for two hours? Roll 'em away, brng out freh bins! All day long it's like this, there's NO WAY to get bored with what they have available for you to look at!
THIS PLACE IS HEAVEN FOR ME!
My sister, Beth, and i got there at about 11am and we were ready to leave by Noon because she had wanted to drive back to Mount Vernon and be home in time for General Hospital, so it was going to be a short day. When we got out to the car, we discovered that Beth had been SEVERELY over-charged for a bunch of magazines. Magazines, like with Books, Records and VHS Tapes, are supposed to have a set price of 10-cents each, but she was charged 29-cents each as if they were regular BOOKS. Not really enough to quibble over normally, but she had bought SIXTY MAGAZINES. I told her not to worry, I'd go in and get it all straightened out and then we could go.
I ended up getting in to a BIG argument with the manager there regarding just what a "Magazine" was. These were issues of a Crossword Puzzle magazine. On the cover it said "NEW ISSUE EVERY MONTH!" but the Manager insisted that it was a book. I asked her "What book do YOU know that publishes a new issue every month?"
She thought for a second and then sneered triumphantly at me "Schoolastic Magazine!"
I blinked. "Schoolastic... *MAGAZINE*?"
She smiled and nodded. "Yup! Every month!"
I lost my cool. "IT SAYS RIGHT ON THE COVER AND YOU EVEN SAID IT WHEN YOU MENTIONED IT THAT SCHOOLASTIC MAGAZINE IS A MAGAZINE!!!"
"Yeah, but still... it's a book."
I flailed about in that way that is usually reserved for only Muppets and Sienfeld characters.
I then took the subscription card out of the crossword magazine and showed it to her - "SUBSCRIBE TO THIS MAGAZINE FOR JUST $12.95 A YEAR".
She frowned at that and thought for a moment... then she said, begrudgingly, "Okay, I'll do the refund *this once* for you... but in the future, just remember that these are BOOKS".
I flounced out in a huff, exasperated over the experience.
Then I got out to the car and realized that my keys were gone.
Searched the car, searched the parking lot, and then I had to go back in to the building with my head hung low to ask for help finding my keys. Oddly enough, they were not that enthusiastic about helping me.
Never did find my keys, and so we had to wait FOUR HOURS till Crystal got off work and she could come get us with the spare set of keys.
AWKWARD!
The Goodwill Outlet, as I think I've mentioned before, is not like your average thrift store. It's a giant warehouse in an industrial Park where instead of having things hung up and on shelves and basically trying to look like a REAL store that just happens to sell used stuff, they just roll out giant bins of product and let the people fight over the stuff in it. No price tags; they charge by the pound, different rates for different things. On average, it's all 50-cents a pound with the exception of things like furniture, books, electronics and the likes where they actually DO put prices on the items, but those prices are EXTREMELY cheap like $2 for an easy chair, $8 for a giant TV set, maybe $20 total for a dining room table with 6 chairs... and best of all, they're rolling new stuff out ALL DAY LONG. "Oh those 6 bins full of toys have been sitting there for an hour? Take them away, bring out fresh bins! Those clothes have been there for two hours? Roll 'em away, brng out freh bins! All day long it's like this, there's NO WAY to get bored with what they have available for you to look at!
THIS PLACE IS HEAVEN FOR ME!
My sister, Beth, and i got there at about 11am and we were ready to leave by Noon because she had wanted to drive back to Mount Vernon and be home in time for General Hospital, so it was going to be a short day. When we got out to the car, we discovered that Beth had been SEVERELY over-charged for a bunch of magazines. Magazines, like with Books, Records and VHS Tapes, are supposed to have a set price of 10-cents each, but she was charged 29-cents each as if they were regular BOOKS. Not really enough to quibble over normally, but she had bought SIXTY MAGAZINES. I told her not to worry, I'd go in and get it all straightened out and then we could go.
I ended up getting in to a BIG argument with the manager there regarding just what a "Magazine" was. These were issues of a Crossword Puzzle magazine. On the cover it said "NEW ISSUE EVERY MONTH!" but the Manager insisted that it was a book. I asked her "What book do YOU know that publishes a new issue every month?"
She thought for a second and then sneered triumphantly at me "Schoolastic Magazine!"
I blinked. "Schoolastic... *MAGAZINE*?"
She smiled and nodded. "Yup! Every month!"
I lost my cool. "IT SAYS RIGHT ON THE COVER AND YOU EVEN SAID IT WHEN YOU MENTIONED IT THAT SCHOOLASTIC MAGAZINE IS A MAGAZINE!!!"
"Yeah, but still... it's a book."
I flailed about in that way that is usually reserved for only Muppets and Sienfeld characters.
I then took the subscription card out of the crossword magazine and showed it to her - "SUBSCRIBE TO THIS MAGAZINE FOR JUST $12.95 A YEAR".
She frowned at that and thought for a moment... then she said, begrudgingly, "Okay, I'll do the refund *this once* for you... but in the future, just remember that these are BOOKS".
I flounced out in a huff, exasperated over the experience.
Then I got out to the car and realized that my keys were gone.
Searched the car, searched the parking lot, and then I had to go back in to the building with my head hung low to ask for help finding my keys. Oddly enough, they were not that enthusiastic about helping me.
Never did find my keys, and so we had to wait FOUR HOURS till Crystal got off work and she could come get us with the spare set of keys.
AWKWARD!
