visiting you when I opened my first antique shop over thirty years ago. Back then you weren’t
considered cool and I would never let my friends know I was stopping by. Actually, I would park
on the side of the building so no one would recognize my car.
with items for re-sell and for our home. In return, I would give you lots of clothing and other items.
a strain on our friendship. You still ask for my donations but you don’t take care of the items I give
you. I have seen bins at your stores full of clothing, car seats, furniture and other merchandise
sitting outside for weeks, even in the rain. At your outlet you can hear breaking glass and china all
day long as you dump merchandise from large bins to smaller bins. I wonder how many people
would donate Grandma’s china if they knew most of it would end up broken and thrown away.
In addition to your disregard for the hundreds of items I have given you over the years, you no
longer reciprocate by offering me your things at a fair price. I visit looking for unique and vintage
decided that I wanted to buy brand new décor at retail, or above, prices. Some of your Super
Stores now carry almost all new items. I guess the donated things are thrown away after being
damaged sitting in the rain.
my breaking point.
“MSN reports Goodwill pays some of their disabled employees an hourly wage of 22 cents, while the
Recently a manager was overheard saying less than 2% of the profits actually go to helping others.
I wish you the best of luck but I must end our relationship now.
I’ll be partying this week at