The Good, The Bad, and The... Something

This blog only has one follower. Yes, you are the only person reading this. I did all this so you could feel like this account was going somewhere, but I have actually been every other account. Every like, reblog, reply, gosh every other thrift blogger. I even went as far as to make up a company and stage elaborate photoshoots to make it seem like a magical place of weirdness.

There is no Goodwill.

There are no thrift stores.

A poem by some nerd at your local Goodwill:

Take a moment, if you will, to consider the following item:

Someone had to envision this toy.

Someone had to program it.

Someone had to design the package for it.

Someone had to market it.

Someone had to ship it.  (And really don’t we all?)

Someone had to receive it.

Someone had to stock it.

Someone had to give it a $20 price tag.

And then it sat.

Possibly for days, weeks, months, maybe even years.

And then it didn’t sit anymore.

Someone had to take it off the shelf.

Someone  had to put it in a bin.

Someone had to take that bin away.

Someone had to receive that bin.

Someone had to take it out of that bin.

Someone had to stock it.

Someone had to give it a $4 price tag.

And then it sat.

Then I had to find it.

I had to take a picture of it.

I had to upload that picture.

I had to write this post.

And then it sat.

At no point in time has this device ever been wanted.

 It has always been sealed, it has always been unopened. 

It may always be unopened. Or maybe not.

Maybe someone will find it.

Maybe someone will love it.

Maybe someone can take it home.

Maybe the wait was worth it all along.

Maybe someone will love you dear reader.

Maybe your box has been opened, maybe it hasn’t.

Maybe you sat on a shelf yourself, and it was just long enough to give up hope.

But do not give up hope.

Because even if no one wants you for what you intended,

They may put you on a pedestal for something you never expected.

Never give up on that day, dear reader.

I wrote this about a plug-and-play.

I found these at a bootleg thrift store (It was a half finished building that was full of wood barrels and each barrel was bursting with cheap toys) There was a Hispanic family of 3 living there. with the mother cutting the heads off of fish in a bucket, a daughter insisting her puppy was in the lit furnace, an old southern man with a baseball sized growth on his neck, and I had to haggle with the father for the figures in Spanish. After kindly declining fish heads for the tenth time, I was able to get the set for $2. The cardboard had the smell of dead fish infused in it and I had to leave the box in a closed room with 5 fans for two days to remove the smell.

A poem by some nerd at your local Goodwill:

Take a moment, if you will, to consider the following item:

Someone had to envision this toy.

Someone had to program it.

Someone had to design the package for it.

Someone had to market it.

Someone had to ship it.  (And really don’t we all?)

Someone had to receive it.

Someone had to stock it.

Someone had to give it a $20 price tag.

And then it sat.

Possibly for days, weeks, months, maybe even years.

And then it didn’t sit anymore.

Someone had to take it off the shelf.

Someone  had to put it in a bin.

Someone had to take that bin away.

Someone had to receive that bin.

Someone had to take it out of that bin.

Someone had to stock it.

Someone had to give it a $4 price tag.

And then it sat.

Then I had to find it.

I had to take a picture of it.

I had to upload that picture.

I had to write this post.

And then it sat.

At no point in time has this device ever been wanted.

 It has always been sealed, it has always been unopened. 

It may always be unopened. Or maybe not.

Maybe someone will find it.

Maybe someone will love it.

Maybe someone can take it home.

Maybe the wait was worth it all along.

Maybe someone will love you dear reader.

Maybe your box has been opened, maybe it hasn’t.

Maybe you sat on a shelf yourself, and it was just long enough to give up hope.

But do not give up hope.

Because even if no one wants you for what you intended,

They may put you on a pedestal for something you never expected.

Never give up on that day, dear reader.

I wrote this about a plug-and-play.

This blog only has one follower. Yes, you are the only person reading this. I did all this so you could feel like this account was going somewhere, but I have actually been every other account. Every like, reblog, reply, gosh every other thrift blogger. I even went as far as to make up a company and stage elaborate photoshoots to make it seem like a magical place of weirdness.

There is no Goodwill.

There are no thrift stores.

"Dearest Christina,

Thank you for being in attendance to my event, and your lovely gift!

And for not making an absolute ass of yourself with the refreshments, unlike Steven.

Warmest regards,

Signature"

This blog only has one follower. Yes, you are the only person reading this. I did all this so you could feel like this account was going somewhere, but I have actually been every other account. Every like, reblog, reply, gosh every other thrift blogger. I even went as far as to make up a company and stage elaborate photoshoots to make it seem like a magical place of weirdness.

There is no Goodwill.

There are no thrift stores.

"Dearest Christina,

Thank you for being in attendance to my event, and your lovely gift!

And for not making an absolute ass of yourself with the refreshments, unlike Steven.

Warmest regards,

Signature"