Day 872 Thigh Wader

29th December 2019

In a galaxy far, far away there was a place called Goodwill. There resided strange items that humans had donated for other to rummage and fight over.

Kelli landed her rocket ship, and we ventured inside.

Earlier we had traveled to Hudsonville to collect a portable chopping board that was offered free on Marketplace. There was trepidation as to its condition, but what could not be fixed?

Well, when we saw what was awaiting up outside the guy’s garage there was a sharp intake of breath. It had seen better days, parts were loose, but I was confident that with a little work it could be a cute piece.

The racks inside Goodwill were bursting with stuff, people of all shape and genders were moving like zombies. Kelli peeled off as she usually does looking at things that are really low on my level of interest.

I should have known that her attention was drawn to some highly decorative fabric. She tore it of the rack like a magician revealing a rabbit. I wandered around the furniture and miscellaneous items looking for anything interesting. I passed the God books and CD’s by artists that I never heard of, inspecting a table for three dollars,that could be stripped and brought back to life. However our success rate for tables is not good, so I moved on.

Kelli, holding her multi coloured garment had taken some interest in a long dresser that was priced at forty five dollars, much too high for us to make decent money on. She seemed set on trying to get a deal on it, and went to “talk” to one of the friendly staff on the register. Next thing I knew, we were trying to carry it out the front door. The thing was so heavy, Kelli was struggling, I was struggling. Then a friendly guy offered to help, Kelli accepted immediately, now he and I were struggling to carry it to the truck. The man’s face was bright red, I thought he was going to die in front of Goodwill, what kind of advert would that be?

When we got to the truck we had to remove the chopping block unit and try to load this monster into the back. We were then joined by the guys mate who took over and loaded it with one mighty shove.

Then they lifted the chopping board unit on to the roof and attached it with bungees.

After thanking them for their help we headed off to our next adventure, to see the last Star Wars movie. Driving into the car park looking like the “Beverly Hillbillies” with furniture tied to the roof, we parked, and made our way to the movie theatre.

Cameron was waiting for us, so we all went to get our tickets. Unfortunately the only three seats available were in the front row, usually not a good place to sit unless your eyesight was bad, and you enjoyed looking up. So we decided to wait until the next showing, and went off to get something to eat.

We got back to the theatre taking our seats in the second row.

These seats were amazing, they adjusted in every way possible, including a massage, which Kelli found by accident.

Once the movie started we all felt the force, of the sound system. It was so loud that even the loudest rustle of the crisp packets did not disturb anyone.

After two hours we emerged, ears ringing, hair all disheveled, brains mashed, with far more questions than answers, but that’s typically what happens in movies made today.

At the end of the film when the credits roll, everyone runs for the door, but not here, the rest of the audience were still sitting in their seats, we were the only ones standing. Maybe the seats were more comfortable than the ones they had at home, and they decided to stay the night.

Once back home Kelli was trying to find out the make of tablecloth from Goodwill. The whole weight of the internet was engaged in researching the origin of the cloth.

Finally she found it, it was originally sold by Anthropology for over sixty dollars, so her one dollar find was truly triumphant.