Shopping by the LB's

I don’t think Wyatt knew quite what was in store this afternoon when he stated that he wanted to go to the local Goodwill store in Hillsboro. As we pulled in to the parking lot full of half painted astro vans and broken down 90's cars, Wyatt could not have imagined the madness of what was inside. What should have warned him was the 5 foot banner posted above the entrance spelling "outlet" in large block letters.


As we walk through the automatic doors and the smell of teenage gym socks lures us in, a large sign captivates our sights. This goodwill was not only an outlet store, but you shop & pay by the pound! As we stroll by the large blue bins of scattered clothes and half bent book, unsupervised children continue to run, scream and bump into us from all sides. Not only was this a shopping trip, but it was a great lesson on how NOT to parent children. More bang for your bunk during this occasion!

What was the highlight of the whole affair you ask? the 55 year old bearded man scrounging through the used women's underwear bin, fixated on lace-see through granny panties, in which he insisted on holding to eye level and for all to see his golden find. The joys of Goodwill Outlet shopping!

If you cannot tell by my sharp words and hidden banter, Goodwill Outlet Store is not my favorite location to visit on a Sunday afternoon (or truly any day or time for that matter). In fact, it is probably dead last on my list of fun activities. But things you do for your hunny, when he enjoys hunting for his prized work shirts through heaps of junk piles. Now that is true, true love!

At least it provided a good laugh and a priceless photo. As you can tell by Wyatts facial expression, he may feel the same way about shopping by the pound!