Spoiler: He Didn’t Donate Kitchen Wares

So I’ve been working as a donation attendant at a certain thrift store, which strangely enough, I freaking love. It’s a really nifty job because I get to sort through people’s stuff that they may or may not have wanted to donate.

And we get some really weird stuff. For realz.

I’m pretty sure this counts as weird

But there was one day that was particularly interesting to say the least.

I was in the donation area of the outside of the building, catching some sun. Enjoying the absolutely horrifically hot weather. When a guy drove up, his wife in the car, and he practically shoves this HUGE box into my arms.

“Thank you for your donation sir,” I said to him, muffled from behind the box.

“We just got out of the military and we don’t need our kitchenware anymore, so I figure you guys can use it,” he said, giving me a wolfish grin and walking back to his car, where his lovely wife was playing on her smartphone.

I thought nothing of this. Very normal. The box was a big plastic bin with the lid and it was marked “KITCHENWARE” so I figured that there was nothing fishy about it.

So I brought it to where we sort the donations and handed it off to a volunteer that was working that day. He took it, anxious for something to do, and I began to walk off when I heard him call out to me.

“Uh, Ms. Leah? I think you need to see this.”

I walk over and I realize that this man did not donate a box full of kitchenware.

He donated a box full of sex toys.

And I don’t mean a little box with two or three things. I mean, he donated a huge tote of sex toys.

And it had everything you could and could not imagine

Our box was way bigger than this

 

The box that was donated to us had costumes, whips, dildos, vibrators, different sexy games, lingerie… basically anything and everything you could imagine.

Me and the volunteer just stared at the box for a few minutes, unsure of what to do next.

Finally, I decide it would be a good idea to tell my manager.

While he was in the room with two very prude women.

Who were also managers.

As you can imagine, the results were hysterical. Too funny for words. To say the least, the entire situation was horribly awkward.

 

So to date, that is the best donation story I’ve got from working at a thrift store for six weeks.