Junkin' and Crazy Old People Drama

Hello, my name is Laura and I'm a junkin' addict.

Seriously.

Because no longer can I be content just to go out and do regular things like grocery shopping, etc., without stopping by some kind of thrift or Goodwill or consignment shop.  You know, because there just might be something in there - a great deal - that is just waiting for me inside.  And what if I don't stop and I miss it???

Yeah.

I'm addicted.

Totally.

I admit it.

How did that happen???

So, yesterday I had to make a run to W'loo for Greyson.  School policy is that on game days he must "dress up" and one pair of khakis he had were "too baggy" and the other pair were "too tight".  I tell ya, its like trying to dress Goldilocks.  And Eva's tennis shoes were too small.  So, off to "the Loo" I went.

And made a B-line to:

Yes.  I admit it. I did.  Such an addiction.

And I went digging through this again...

and this:

And I dickered around some more with good ole Gene...

But I must admit it wasn't near as fun as it was when Kammy and I went together.
:(

Yes, Kammy.  I stole some pics off your blog.  Obviously I'm a picture thief too.  I might need therapy.  ;)

And apparently, I'm not only a junkin' addict and a blog picture thief, but I'm also a sneaky furniture reseller.  Hmmm... Who would have thought?

You know, I really like Gene.  Cheryl...  Eh.  Not so much.  She is under the delusion that I am coming into their place of business to buy things to fix up and sell and make a huge profit on or something.  She alluded to that yesterday, not once, not twice, but SEVERAL times.   I caught Gene giving her the "Shut up, Cheryl" look when she kept bringing it up.  That part was kind of funny.  The rest?  Yeah.  Not so much.  :P

And you know what?  Even if I was, there wouldn't be much profit to be made after paying their prices AND even if  I was, it wouldn't be any of her business, now would it?  Obviously I'm just slightly rankled (okay, really rankled because I can feel my blood  pressure going up as I type this - guess it bothers me more than I thought)  because I don't like it when I'm honest and people accuse me of not being so.  Really ticks.  me.  off.

Evidently she believes that Kammy and I are in business together.  Who knew???  Hmmm...  I wish!  And despite my repeated denials of such and that Kammy lives in MICHIGAN for heaven's sake, I guess we're in cahoots.  Grrrrrr.

I think the final straw for me was when we were in their office and I was paying for my purchases (all for use in MY home) and she insisted that I needed their Tax ID number or maybe it was that they needed MY tax ID number for tax purposes (since I'm not in business for myself, I still have no idea what she was talking about), so my purchases would be a write-off.  WHAT????  And then the parting shot...  We were discussing just people in general and the moral decay of our society (because I'm still trying to convince the old bat [yes, that was ugly and I shouldn't have called her that] - that I'm a decent person) and she looks right at me and says not once, not twice, but THREE times:  "I hate it when people lie to me."  Okay, Cheryl.  I get it.

Needless to say, its unfortunate that she made me feel so uncomfortable.  I mean, really, if I WANTED to buy stuff from there, slap some paint on it, and sell it, why couldn't I?  Why would that be any of her business?  I guess its just that - okay, no guessing about it - The fact is, it aggravates me that I'm an honest person and I can't stand it when people don't believe me about something or insinuate that I'm a liar.  Drives.  Me.  Crazy.  Why would I need to lie?  Why would I need to portray myself as something I'm not?  Believe me, if I was going to make money off selling stuff, I sure as heck would not be shopping there.  And it really hurts my ability to haggle the prices down because she thinks I'm trying to make money off of it, when really, all I'm trying to do is buy stuff for MY house on the cheap.

Luckily, I think Gene believes me and he was much easier to deal with on dickering over prices this time around.  And if he wouldn't come down, I just didn't buy it.  That simple.  Unfortunately, my kidney shaped desk sold right after Kammy and I left that day.  Darn.  Should have bought it.  But the bright side is, Gene offered to come down on the price of those library card catalogue drawers I was telling you about to $200.  I asked him if his price would stand until I could save that much up - and he raised his eyebrows at me.  What????  Do I look like I have money growing on trees??? (Well, technically for us it does come from trees, but only because we cut them down for a living.  LOL!)  Jeesh.  As it was, I spent almost $130 in there yesterday, but you'll have to wait until tomorrow to see my finds.  ;)

I'm such a tease.  :P

So, advice time.  What do you think?  Should I go back because its a great place to find things and Cheryl is just a crazy old lady, and just a bit of a nuisance?  Or should I move on and find another place to buy my junk?

Now to go figure out how I'm going to get that stuff out of the back of my car by myself.  That oughta be fun.  ;)