Fuck you, look!ninja, for infringing on my goddamned Constitutional rights to have my clothes consigned. If you refuse to take these shoes, the terrorists have already won.
I can beat that-- my parents’ vet one had someone “drop off” a litter of 4 week old kittens in the middle of the night-- by putting them through the mail slot one at a time.
People are assholes.
Holy shit. Yes, people really are assholes. Jesus.
I don’t know how many people drop cats at our local humane society - up here, the thing to do seems to be leaving them on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, so they can “be free.” Free to be hit by traffic, free to contract all kinds of disease, free to get eaten by predators… yep, freedom’s a wonderful thing for pets.
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One of my favorite “when I worked for a vet” stories was about a little black kitten who had been brought in by his new slave for his checkup and shots. Starting a chart on the little rascal (he was so cuuute) I asked his name. “Lucky”. Of course, with a name like that I had to ask why he was named Lucky. Turns out the owner lived out in the boonies of Alabama where there is no trash pickup - you have to take your trash to a dumpster. One day while unloading his trash, the guy hears what sounds like a baby crying - coming from the dumpster. He immediately climbs in and starts throwing trash around until he finds a thick cardboard box completely wrapped in duct tape. Cutting it open, he finds a very hungry and thirsty Lucky.
Lucky for Lucky he came along when he did. The dumpster was scheduled to be emptied the next morning.
How can people do things like that to another living creature?
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What the hell is wrong with people?! Fucking idiots.
Anyway, if people are going to try to get rid of their unwanted crap, why not just take it to Goodwill? I would only consign something if I thought I could get a good chunk of money from it (e.g. a suit, a special occasion dress, furniture, designer clothing). Do a good deed, give your old stuff you don’t want to go through to a charitable organization.
I don’t know why I have so many dumped kitten stories. It just seems so unbelievably common around here. Anyway, my boyfriend and his roommate (both cops) have 2 cats that they aquired because someone had tossed three very tiny kittens in a plastic bag into a dumpster. They were unweaned, and my boyfriend was on duty when someone found them. So he takes them home and he and his roommate bottle fed the two that survived. (Let me say that a big, gruff, tattoed man and a very tiny kitten are about the funniest picture you ever will see. It’s also the first story about him I told my mother)
Okay, I’m sorry, enough with the hijack.
OMG, I know that would be a horrible thing to do to poor defenseless kitties, but, I gotta tell you it really got a good giggle. I’m still chuckling.
And thus begins the transition from taking the merchandise to being the merchandise.
Except that Goodwill doesn’t want unsellable junk, either. If they can’t re-sell it, just like a consigment store, it doesn’t do them a bit of good. And I’m not talking about pilly sweaters that could conceivably keep someone warm for another winter; I mean broken lamps, half-sets of shattered crayons, scratched 45’s, sweat-stained rayon pant-suits … stuff like that.
If there’s an ugly sweater with Scottie Dogs on it, I haven’t seen it.
It’s the little tag on the inside that says who made it. 
Machine wash cold made my shirt?
No, that’s the tag that says how to wash it. Look for the tag that says who made it. I never said it’d be easy.
But the problem is solved from your end. 
P.S. Goodwill around here has started screening out crap that people donate. They refused to take a working color TV from me because it did not have a remote control.
Hee!
15 1/2 x 33 made my shirt?
Yep. Great designer. I haven’t been able to wear his stuff since I was seventeen. Now my shirts are made by 18 × 33. He’s good, too, but not as good.
p.s. If you ever do wear 18 × 33’s creations, he’s a stickler about his name. He always screams, in a thick German accent, “Mine name is not ‘Ecks’! You make mine name mit the ‘by’ sign! The times sign!” So I always us alt+215 to get ×. He’s a great designer, but he’s really tempermental.
My dad is the guy who picks up all those dogs that other people abandon by the side of the road. One of the best dogs we had was a Doberman with a very sweet disposition. When Dad picked him up, he was so starved you could count his ribs. We named him “Bones”, because that’s all he was.
And my very first dog was a puppy I found at the dump when I was three years old. I picked up this poor abandoned rag mop and gave her the perfect name for a dog from the dump: “Shabby.”
This is the part that made me pee.
Unfortunately, this means the gnomes won’t want your pants now.
That goes well beyond anyone’s definition of “crap.” That sounds like store policy: only take what will sell, and sell fast.
I hope you found somewhere where they were happy to have and use the TV, even if it was only some random stranger at a curbside.