Omg am I ever mad. We stopped at our local no name thrift store this evening. I was super excited to see an old skirt marker for $3. Then I saw a sign,
"not for sale, yet".
Wtf. Really? You have rows and rows of merchandise. All not for sale. Who does this?
Then I saw a measuring cup with beater. Ancor hocking, I looked at the bottom.
I double checked with the lady, nope not for sale until tomorrow. COME ON!
What the hell. Who puts out stuff and doesn't sell it? I have to work give me a break. What is the difference if you sell it today or tomorrow? She said "have a friend come for it".
Ummmmmm... Yeah I don't have any friends. Well OLL but she broke her foot or something like it. So nope my one and only friend here is unable to.
I felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman when they wouldn't let me shop.
Not a happy camper. Then THM through a massive fit, I yelled at him in the store then left. All pissed off, dripping from the heat and growing a headache.
My house is a disaster, the chicken I had out for dinner is still frozen.
Is it acceptable to have vodka cranberries for dinner?