In this trip to my local goodwill I really didn't come away with anything notable except chatting with a friend. Sometimes when you thrift you strike out.
I don’t think I could have a conversation with a Goodwill employee even if I tried to…they’re always running around acting super busy (or pretending that their busy)…even the cashiers are supposed to make themselves busy when there is no one in line
I've had history with pretty much everyone I talk to at this Goodwill before they worked here. I would hate it if they didn't have conversations. Makes then feel like robots that hate life when all they do is rush around and work
Sometimes, the real thrift finds are the conversations we have along the way! :P So, a little creepy note, being a fellow Ryan as the person you spoke to, I also saw a friend from high school that I hadn’t seen in years recently. And they had also come into town from California. O_o
I don’t think I could have a conversation with a Goodwill employee even if I tried to…they’re always running around acting super busy (or pretending that their busy)…even the cashiers are supposed to make themselves busy when there is no one in line
I've had history with pretty much everyone I talk to at this Goodwill before they worked here. I would hate it if they didn't have conversations. Makes then feel like robots that hate life when all they do is rush around and work
The only conversations i have are the ones in my head when im getting rid if a body
I'm not sure if I'm more disturbed or intrigued at this comment.
My day was made earlier this year when my friend from Indiana came to visit
Let's plan on making your day again sometime next year then!
Sometimes, the real thrift finds are the conversations we have along the way! :P
So, a little creepy note, being a fellow Ryan as the person you spoke to, I also saw a friend from high school that I hadn’t seen in years recently. And they had also come into town from California. O_o
The coincidence of the Ryan paradox is mind blowing!