$4.80

Hi, my name is Meagan...and I have old clothes.

*silence*

In unison: "Hi Meagan."

Thank you, thank you for the warm welcome.

I just left the proverbial "nest" and am settling into my newly found home. You know, the kind where it's not free and you realize it doesn't come with food. Well, today I set out to sell some really old clothes, that i haven't worn in literally... years. Not really FOR the money but hey, if you're gonna get rid of it you might as well make a profit! I dropped the clothes off for a few hours while they sifted through to pick and choose. And then i made the call...

me:: "Hi! I'm just checking on the clothes i dropped off earlier this afternoon! The name is Meagan."

Plato:: "Hey Meagan, well it looks like you had some really great stuff, but we had to pass on alot of it because it was more then 18 months out-of-style and a few items had holes. But it looks like we can give you four eighty for a few of the items."

me:: "Oooh. awesome....? "

Four eighty? did she just say four eighty? Like $480.00?? did Jesus multiply the clothes? Did he give me supernatural favor?? Was i REALLY that stylish of a 15 year old????



no no... not quite. more like "$4.80-here-go-get-a-starbucks."
i like starbucks. it's all good.

oh well...needless to say me and my large white plastic garbage bag of brand name rejected clothes and $4.80 took the "Plato's closet walk of rejection." Out the door, and past the employees in their "gently used brand name" wardrobes.

:) //meg