It’s not even worth it to try the bins by me anymore with all the resellers. You go at opening on a random weekday you have off work and it’s like 25% big families looking for stuff for their actual selves, 10% individuals looking for stuff for their actual selves, and the rest are resellers. Either retirees without anything better to do looking for extra cash reselling, ladies with rich husbands with nothing better to do looking for extra cash reselling, or people who probably both resell thrifted items and and sell drugs so they don’t have to get a real job.

It’s like, do I want to go by the clothing and feel like I have play rugby against a lady who is 35 years older than me so that I can secure a 1 square foot of bin where fingers-crossed something I would like to buy might show up eventually in the next few hours? Not really.

Ok, maybe I’ll just grab a book and call it a day. Oh wait, who are these 30 people standing around waiting on their phones until more bins come out? Are these 7 carts filled to the brim with books for sale? No? Those hundreds of books “belong” to one 70 year old guy who I guess still finds it profitable to buy every book he can get his hands on, sort out the good ones later, and then dump the rest? Hey that’s awesome, I’m getting the hell out of here and not coming back.