I’m pretty sure those who work at Goodwill don’t really need my commentary on items I donate.
My play by play
- I’ll bet someone comes down here today looking for a horse costume
- People will be lining up out the door, trying to buy this silver butter dish
- I don’t know what the hell this is, but someone’s gonna love it
- Tupperware, who doesn’t need giant Tupperware containers
-  Isn’t this the nicest stroller you’ve ever seen?
-  This is the best speaker in the world. I hope someone has an amplifier that could power this.
It’s a lot easier than when I did it with my dads apartment. I remember dropping off a sofa and they said they won’t take the sofa. I drove around back and returned to where we dropped off the sofa. Another worker said that’s a beautiful sofa they took it. That and a five iron.

Moving is a pain in the neck. That was already my fifth visit to Goodwill. I think some of the workers enjoy seeing me. I should go in the store someday and look around. It’d be my own personal museum.






I would love to hear you opinion as well