So the wife takes our youngest (photo of his lazy ass at the top of the page) out with her to run errands the other day. One of the things she had to do was get rid of some of the kids old toys, some little baby things and stuff they just plain don’t play with. There is a store in Fayetteville that specializes in used baby clothes and toys called Once Upon a Baby, which I refer to as The Used Baby Store. We’re poor, so instead of just donating them, we tried to make a buck and took them there.

So they go in (some how my wife manages to haul a trunk full of toys and the kid in the store by herself). The lady is going through the stuff and says to my wife “You getting rid of his little horsey?” Like she’s the worst mom in the world or something. Then as they’re walking out the door, she says to my son “I’m sorry you had to give up all your toys.” I mean, what the fuck? You don’t ever vilify somebody in front of their kids. She knows nothing about nothing anyways. Our kids have an entire bedroom full of toys. We’re supposed to just keep them all forever? It’s a great business plan, too. Unless you run a gym, making your customers feel like shit isn’t a very good way to bring in repeat customers. To top it all off, for an entire trunk full of toys (most of which were like new because the kids didn’t play with them) they gave her $10. Which, from the prices I’ve seen in that store, they’ll turn around and try to sell for 10x as much.