Goodwill

I was completely inspired by Anna's transformation to check out the Goodwill's in my area. We practically have one on every corner here in the Lou. I had planned on "jogging" today at lunch, but it was raining and jogging is enough torture without getting wet while doing it. So, I decided to go to the Goodwill down the street from my work. If you live in the St. Louis area NEVER go to the Goodwill on Watson near Lindbergh. Ick. I seriously almost turned around and walked back out the door. I was totally convinced it was going to be full of treasure, cause the parking lot was jammed. Seriously, like 20 cars. I stepped in the door and was immediately visual and nasally assaulted. It smelled so gross! I can't even describe it. And there was stuff all over the floor. And like 5 women behind the counter, just chatting... I went to the home decor section all hyped up to find something great and there were two broken Halloween snowglobes on the floor. Two. Water and glitter and ceramic pieces everywhere. I found some cute little brass candlesticks, four of varying heights which I plan on spray painting to match the dining room. Maybe. None of them were priced. Of course. I get up to the counter and the lady is all, "If they're not priced, then they have to go into the back and get priced, then somebody has to put them back out on the shelf and you can go pick them up again". Seriously? I don't think I care that much. And the lady in front of me (who is still standing there debating over $2.00  a bottle for Love's Baby Soft perfume) is all, "Don't you just hate it when they pull that shit? I never buy when they try that crap" and the counter lady is all "$.50 sound good"? Score.