*As background for this story, realize that I work at a non-profit resale store. We accept donations of clothing, item and money. The clothing and items we resell or recycle, using the profits to do things like feeding the unfed, housing the homeless, helping people find employment and childcare, that kind of thing. And no, it’s not Goodwill, so our CEO doesn’t drive a Jag and wear a Rolex.*
For every jackass, there’s .5 people who are pretty much ok.
Yesterday, the ratio reversed: there was one jackass, and 2 pretty cool people.
First, the Jackass. There are times when a homeless person will come in and say, “It’s raining. All I have is these beat up tennies. Can you help?” And even though our stores aren’t the place you go for direct help usually (we have a main office for that), our managers can say Hell yeah, and get them a pair of boots right off the rack.
Jackass decided that he needed new shoes. And apparently new underwear. I’m extrapolating from the facts: I found an old pair of scrungy shoes tucked way under a clothing rack. And in one of the shoes, his used underwear.
Did I mention that our company gives out vouchers by the dozens for people to get clothes and shoes? And it’s not hard to get them? yeah. Awesome.
So anyway, I was a little disgruntled and disappointed with Human Beings in general. But then came in Awesome Person #1.
Awesome Person #1 came up to the register with 3 umbrellas. I made a joke about how she’d need all three to get to her car – the rain and wind was crazy. She said, only one is for me. I gave mine away to a homeless person today, and thought it was a good idea to have some spares.
Awesome. She’s buying multiple umbrellas in order to give them away to umbrella-less (and roofless) persons. Not spending a ton, just doing something really considerate and nice.
Awesome Person #2 came in a couple hours later. She walked up with a $20 bill and said, “I’d like to donate this to the holiday food drive on behalf of my cat. She doesn’t like people to go hungry. She’s not going to share, mind you – she’s a cat, after all, not a saint – but she doesn’t want them hungry.”
So I thanked her profusely and pulled out the square of paper with the turkey printed on it, showing her that we put the name of the person who donated on it to put on the wall. She has me write her cats name on there, then says, “I have two cats.” and pulls out another $20. So on behalf of Cloe and Fluffy, she donated a total of $40. The suggested donation for this food drive is $1. Awesome.
Because of these two Awesome People, I’m feeling a little better about Human Beings today. Of course, I’ll find out that they were actually space aliens disguised as elderly ladies, testing us to see if we are worthy of existence ..but I’ll take it. And maybe, because I have the cat lady two gold stars on each of her turkey pictures, they’ll let me live.