I'm interested in knowing how much money he got on Black Friday from them.

Was it the same manager both times? If so, that would make me raise my right eyebrow slightly, as to indicate I'm a tad skeptical about the circumstances around the robberies.

You can have my Flowbee when you pry it from my cold, dead hands!!!

Sorry, man. The Flowbees are kept in the safe and it operates on a time lock.

Goodwill, the only store you can walk into and still purchase one of these:

I am wearing a corduroy jackets with missing buttons, so I am getting a kick.....

I bought a corduroy jacket from a downtown Goodwill once. There was a cold snap that morning, so I ducked into the store to grab a cheap jacket. They also had some old Halloween stuff, so I picked up a set of red horns for fifty cents. Walking out, I put on the jacket, and as I put my hands in the pockets, I felt a scrap of paper:

"Meet me at the Wendall Diner at six. Love, Anne."

The paper was old but I recognized the name of the diner. It was just up the street, so it got into my mind to stop in there for dinner. When I walked in, an elderly lady did a double take, and then stared at me intently. Instantly, I knew it was her.

"Anne?" I asked.
"Yes, I'm Anne," she said, visibly shaken.
"I have something for you," I said.
I took off the jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. She hugged the worn corduroy tightly.
"I miss him so much," she said, beginning to cry. "This was his favorite jacket. So warm."
I gently touched her shoulder and said, "Oh, he doesn't need a jacket where he is."
Quizzically, she asked, "What do you mean?"
"Oh Anne," I said, "he's in hell."
And as I walked away, I took the horns out of my jeans and stuck them on my head. It was one of those perfect, coincidental days.

A thief showing no discretion??!

Must be too early. I read the headline and was trying to make it a Mac vs. PC commercial joke.

Robbing a Goodwill? Is that at all ?

"During both robberies, only a manager was inside the store."

I think I've detected the culprit.

"Next, on When Hipsters Attack!"

ihatedumbpeople: Goodwill, the only store you can walk into and still purchase one of these:

Intellivision was better
/just sayin

Am I the only one that thought some hipster mac fanatic got robbed?

jehovahs witness protection: See how well gun control works.
If the manager was allowed to carry a gun this wouldn't happen.
Well, not twice anyway.

/This way he could have stopped himself from robbing the store.

stickintehmud: Am I the only one that thought some hipster mac fanatic got robbed?

you are not alone.

jehovahs witness protection: See how well gun control works.
If the manager was allowed to carry a gun this wouldn't happen.
Well, not twice anyway.


You'd prefer a Wild West-style society, where everyone has to carry a weapon, lest only the "bad guys" have them? Where there's high noon shootouts in the streets, & people are gunned down for stealing beef jerky from quick-e-mart? yeah, that sounds like the basis for a stable society.

Don't get me wrong; I'm not an advocate of gun banning, but I think the whole philosophy that "if everyone has a gun, then everyone will be safe from guns" is simply idiotic.

bonzeemer: ihatedumbpeople: Goodwill, the only store you can walk into and still purchase one of these:

Intellivision was better
/just sayin


(hotlink)

//Way too much time wasted playing river raid and crazy climber.
//Intellivision was the k-mart version of Colecovision 'cause you is on the welfare.

I remember seeing a guy stealing vhs tapes from a Goodwill once. I told the manager, and he said that even if he saw it happen, he would have only been able to call the police, and generally it wasn't even worth the effort. I think it happens more often than we would hear about. That being said, it's not nice to steal from retards.

Anyone who'd knock over a Goodwill is lower than a rattlesnake's belly

Howdja know my name was Mac?

Day_Old_Dutchie: Anyone who'd knock over a Goodwill is lower than a rattlesnake's belly

Yeah, what a no good cotton pickin' varmint.

Not to change the subject, but I always wonder what the stench of poverty that hangs over every Goodwill is compose of. Whatever it is, it's the same in every Goodwill I've ever been in. I would guess b.o. and plain dirt with, just a hint of dandruff...

/decayed humanity?

jehovahs witness protection: See how well gun control works.
If the manager was allowed to carry a gun this wouldn't happen.
Well, not twice anyway.

you're kidding, right? There are so many levels of stupid in this comment, it boggles the mind. I can almost hear the NRA crowd saying "Stay off our side, moran." through the intertubes.

Say what you want, but Mac is a better dresser than PC!

ihatedumbpeople: Goodwill, the only store you can walk into and still purchase one of these:

Just seeing it makes me drool a little bit.

Okay, a lot.

this is the only forum on the intertubes where individuals can sensibly debate the merits of Intellyvision VS Colecovision.

Just sayin'

Marcintosh: this is the only forum on the intertubes where individuals can sensibly debate the merits of Intellyvision VS Colecovision.

Just sayin'

You don't travel far from Fark, do you? This is the Internet, man. Half of it is probably taken up by these debates.

How come nobody calls anyone "Mack" anymore? These days people say dude, man, bro, buddy, guy, or n*gga. I think it's time for Mack to make a comeback.

jehovahs witness protection: See how well gun control works.
If the manager was allowed to carry a gun this wouldn't happen.
Well, not twice anyway.
I Approve this message.
//Any thread can be a gun thread.

TeddyRooseveltsMustache: How come nobody calls anyone "Mack" anymore? These days people say dude, man, bro, buddy, guy, or n*gga. I think it's time for Mack to make a comeback.

I'm not your buddy, Mack.

trippdogg 2009-12-11 09:40:39 AM
Not to change the subject, but I always wonder what the stench of poverty that hangs over every Goodwill is compose of. Whatever it is, it's the same in every Goodwill I've ever been in. I would guess b.o. and plain dirt with, just a hint of dandruff...

/decayed humanity?

I know that smell. I had always assumed it was what happened when you crammed a lot of clothes, some of them not exactly clean, into a small space for a long time.

The upolstered furniture in thrift stores doesn't help, either.

/avid thrift shopper, even before it was hip and retro

spentmiles: I bought a corduroy jacket from a downtown Goodwill once. There was a cold snap that morning, so I ducked into the store to grab a cheap jacket. They also had some old Halloween stuff, so I picked up a set of red horns for fifty cents. Walking out, I put on the jacket, and as I put my hands in the pockets, I felt a scrap of paper:

"Meet me at the Wendall Diner at six. Love, Anne."

The paper was old but I recognized the name of the diner. It was just up the street, so it got into my mind to stop in there for dinner. When I walked in, an elderly lady did a double take, and then stared at me intently. Instantly, I knew it was her.

"Anne?" I asked.
"Yes, I'm Anne," she said, visibly shaken.
"I have something for you," I said.
I took off the jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. She hugged the worn corduroy tightly.
"I miss him so much," she said, beginning to cry. "This was his favorite jacket. So warm."
I gently touched her shoulder and said, "Oh, he doesn't need a jacket where he is."
Quizzically, she asked, "What do you mean?"
"Oh Anne," I said, "he's in hell."
And as I walked away, I took the horns out of my jeans and stuck them on my head. It was one of those perfect, coincidental days.

OMG...this is made of awesome. I lol'ed

ihatedumbpeople: Was it the same manager both times? If so, that would make me raise my right eyebrow slightly, as to indicate I'm a tad skeptical about the circumstances around the robberies.

this

spentmiles: I bought a corduroy jacket from a downtown Goodwill once. There was a cold snap that morning, so I ducked into the store to grab a cheap jacket. They also had some old Halloween stuff, so I picked up a set of red horns for fifty cents. Walking out, I put on the jacket, and as I put my hands in the pockets, I felt a scrap of paper:

"Meet me at the Wendall Diner at six. Love, Anne."

The paper was old but I recognized the name of the diner. It was just up the street, so it got into my mind to stop in there for dinner. When I walked in, an elderly lady did a double take, and then stared at me intently. Instantly, I knew it was her.

"Anne?" I asked.
"Yes, I'm Anne," she said, visibly shaken.
"I have something for you," I said.
I took off the jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. She hugged the worn corduroy tightly.
"I miss him so much," she said, beginning to cry. "This was his favorite jacket. So warm."
I gently touched her shoulder and said, "Oh, he doesn't need a jacket where he is."
Quizzically, she asked, "What do you mean?"
"Oh Anne," I said, "he's in hell."
And as I walked away, I took the horns out of my jeans and stuck them on my head. It was one of those perfect, coincidental days.

At first I was like:


But then I:

ihatedumbpeople: Goodwill, the only store you can walk into and still purchase one of these:

Which isn't necessarily a *BAD* thing.

Plus, you can still run across real gems. My wife found a 55lb Ben Pearson Cougar recurve bow at our local Goodwill store. Cost $20 bucks, and I had to put a new string on it ($8) and replaced the ratty feather arrow rest and leather strike plate with a rug rest and plate ($4). So for $32, I got a recurve that would probably cost me a minimum of $250 for an equivalent new recurve:



Then there was the time I picked up a working GPS receiver for 99 cents.

The trick to getting good stuff is to go regularly, like once a week, and preferably on the day of, or the day after, they receive their shipments. Even then, there is often a long stretch between finding treasures.

I busted one of my cross country ski poles and one of my coworkers said "try goodwill, people drop that sort of stuff off all the time"

I haven't stepped foot into a Goodwill store since college (great furniture and Halloween costume deals)

They had 8 sets of cross country ski poles, including a set that was identical to my poles, the brand AND the size.

cost? two bucks. It made my day. And it's a good cause, too. Will definitely shop again. A++++++++

dittybopper: ihatedumbpeople: Goodwill, the only store you can walk into and still purchase one of these:

Which isn't necessarily a *BAD* thing.

Plus, you can still run across real gems. My wife found a 55lb Ben Pearson Cougar recurve bow at our local Goodwill store. Cost $20 bucks, and I had to put a new string on it ($8) and replaced the ratty feather arrow rest and leather strike plate with a rug rest and plate ($4). So for $32, I got a recurve that would probably cost me a minimum of $250 for an equivalent new recurve:



Then there was the time I picked up a working GPS receiver for 99 cents.

The trick to getting good stuff is to go regularly, like once a week, and preferably on the day of, or the day after, they receive their shipments. Even then, there is often a long stretch between finding treasures.


Or go to the local Salvation Army thrift store... which is not open sundays... and simply go through and scatter all the donations all over the place and steal from them.. apparently that works too.

Last of the Crazy People: bonzeemer: ihatedumbpeople: Goodwill, the only store you can walk into and still purchase one of these:

Intellivision was better
/just sayin


(hotlink)

//Way too much time wasted playing river raid and crazy climber.
//Intellivision was the k-mart version of Colecovision 'cause you is on the welfare.

Colecovision FTW!

Gorf and Qbert and Spy Hunter and that crazy one with the balloons and ladders, and baseball and boxing. Man, that was the best system ever.

/well, except NES/SNES
//what the hell was that balloon one called? I don't remember

According to the article, the guy stole money.

Sounds like more than coincidence that the store got hit twice in quick succession and there was only the manager around both times. Does he have the police in hot pursuit of "some Puerto Rican guy"?

spentmiles: I bought a corduroy jacket from a downtown Goodwill once. There was a cold snap that morning, so I ducked into the store to grab a cheap jacket. They also had some old Halloween stuff, so I picked up a set of red horns for fifty cents. Walking out, I put on the jacket, and as I put my hands in the pockets, I felt a scrap of paper:

"Meet me at the Wendall Diner at six. Love, Anne."

The paper was old but I recognized the name of the diner. It was just up the street, so it got into my mind to stop in there for dinner. When I walked in, an elderly lady did a double take, and then stared at me intently. Instantly, I knew it was her.

"Anne?" I asked.
"Yes, I'm Anne," she said, visibly shaken.
"I have something for you," I said.
I took off the jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. She hugged the worn corduroy tightly.
"I miss him so much," she said, beginning to cry. "This was his favorite jacket. So warm."
I gently touched her shoulder and said, "Oh, he doesn't need a jacket where he is."
Quizzically, she asked, "What do you mean?"
"Oh Anne," I said, "he's in hell."
And as I walked away, I took the horns out of my jeans and stuck them on my head. It was one of those perfect, coincidental days.

Bravo