so yesterday i was making my weekly drop at goodwill. well, i say weekly, but its really only the second week i have hauled some of my, uhm, stuff in to be sold at meager prices. i pulled into the drop-off, already an expert at what to do, and waited for the attendant to notice me. he walked down with a smile, giving me the once over, and i went through my spiel about needing the crate back since, well, i would need it again for the next week. the crate was full; plates and bowls, stacked willy-nilly and an old spice rack that i kept for two years! debating whether or not i would use it. there were a few romance novels - not mine! - a pair of cheesy, mirrored shades and a ceramic flower knick-knack that came from a friends wedding. he took the crate to unload it, while i got out the bag of clothing. i said goodbye to a few t-shirts, making myself stop rifling methodically through the bag, as though i may have put my most important piece of clothing in by mistake.
i looked up to see the attendant coming back down the ramp, with an even goofier grin on his face. he looked slightly different all of a sudden and he turned towards me a little more expectantly than before, though i doubt it was because i was holding out an enticing over-stuffed bag of clothes. i thought to myself, what is he smiling at?? honestly, i thought for a second that my sweater was more revealing than i realized. i thanked him, returned his smile, although with slightly less enthusiasm, and got in my car.
as i drove through the gate about 3 seconds later, it hit me. he was wearing the sunglasses i had just donated. and damn if they didnt look good on him.
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