Monday, 10 August 2009

Monday morning mountains

To the generous person who left the vast pile of (extremely heavy) bags outside my shop some time before 9.05am this morning:

Thank you for improving my Monday morning experience. The best way to start your week is by scraping sodden and filthy items off the street... Not only could I barely open the door for the mountain in front of it, but the bags were a) so heavy I couldn't lift them, b) partly split and strewn across the pavement from the usual bunch of rummagers and c) FULL OF RUBBISH!!!

Childs potty, anyone? Mangy old car seat? Box of crappy plastic £1 shop hangers? Hacksaw? Thought not. Later on when I came to sort through the bags I discovered why they were so heavy - the clothes were sodden. And stinking. God knows where they'd been, but I can tell you, once you've smelt rotting textiles you'll never forget it. Almost akin to that sweet, fetid smell rotten chicken gives off.

I can only hope that the passers-by who see me almost daily performing this task (generally worst on a Monday though, due to our being shut on a Sunday) are inspired to not repeat the folly of the guilty party.

3 comments:

Mango said...

I saw someone doing that outside another shop the other night... you would have been fuming!

The Charity Shop Fairy said...

Haha, I used to nip over and lock the bags inside the shop if I saw some while walking past at night or on a Sunday - now I just refuse to look, and hope that it'll at least have all been stolen before I get there in the morning...

Anonymous said...

Trouble is it don't get stolen. Just thrown all over the pavement. And it is usually all the rubbish from the Saturday car boot sale. And who gets the blame? The long sufering, underpaid, overworked manager who should express his/her surprise and gratitude for all the crap that can't be sold and has to be disposed of at a cost to the charity. The doners are just saving themselves the time to dispose of the crap at the local civic amenity site.