June 05, 2005

I Hate Consignment Stores... and They Hate Me

I just got back from the consignment stores in my neighborhood and boy are my arms tired! Why, you ask? Because I didn't sell a damned thing!! I'd like to know why, if they're in the business of selling used items, cosignment store employees always seem soooo annoyed when people come in to sell stuff and why do they make it so hard that I'd rather donate my items that have value rather than deal with their crap.

Snobby Noe Valley consignment store girls get the double thumbs-down.

Today, I took 6 pairs of shoes, two bags and about 10 pairs of jeans to 24th and Castro (about 7 blocks) in a foolish attempt to get a little cash I could put toward a replacement iPod. 10 pairs of jeans weigh a lot and aren't that fun to carry in an awkward-to-carry oversized shopping bag that I couldn't get my arms around and I had to open them pretty wide to carry the bag with both hands. Carrying it with one hand on the side was out of the question because it would drag on the ground and hit me in the leg unless I held it up and out, but I could only do that for a few steps at a time.

At the first store, the girl didn't even look at my stuff. She had me put them on the counter and she barely peered into the bags before wrinking her nose and saying in a fake way that "they" were going to pass on everything. I know she didn't look because she passed up two pairs of Franco Sarto's, a pair of Kenneth Cole Reaction dress shoes and a pair of Jones New York dress shoes. She also passed up two Coach bags and three Chanel silk scarfs. What a wench. At the sencond store, the only chidren's consignment store I'm aware of around here, the sales girl almost laughed when I told her I wanted to sell, giving me a list of selling hours and saying I'd have to come back when the owner was in. How was I supposed to know? I stopped by just yesterday to check the signs on the door for any such selling restrictions and dragged those heavy-ass child-size jeans up there under the impression I'd be able to get rid of at least some of them. So, I had to carry everything back home, after getting milk for Aaron to take to work with him. I find it interesting that, much like UC Berkeley, no matter where you go in my neighborhood, you have to go up hill at least half the time. This place should be calle Noe Valleys.

So I've decided to do nothing to rest of the day because I'm kind of pissed and definitely tired from lugging that crap up and down hills. Oh my kingdom for a car... or at least longer arms. Aaron got me this game called Psychonauts (this link plays sounds) that both Julia (of FDAP fame) and Aaron's online buddy both highly recommended. It's pretty fun and definitely challenging. Maybe I'll try to talk Aaron into driving me to some consignment stores in a few days, but I still HATE cosignment stores.

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darling, so glad you like psychonauts. I also recommend Katamari Damacy. I think a bunch of gay japanese kids got really high and made it, so obviously, it's awesome.

Posted by: julia at June 6, 2005 04:14 PM

Let me second the Katamari rave.

Posted by: sean at June 6, 2005 05:59 PM

Replacement iPod? What's the deal?

Posted by: Renee at June 10, 2005 02:14 PM

I lost it during our Maui Vacation. I cried. A lot.

Posted by: Kristina at June 10, 2005 04:06 PM

ohhh. that sucks.

Posted by: kati at June 11, 2005 03:22 PM

Oh my Lord. That is one of the worst things I can imagine--seriously, take my arm, leave me my iPod.

Posted by: Renee at June 14, 2005 11:26 AM

I weep daily, as if I left behind my child who was then kidnapped and sold into slavery. The guilt is immense. The sense of loss is haunting.

Posted by: Kristina at June 14, 2005 08:23 PM