Things Noticed On The 16th Of June, 2025.

Going to the Humane Society used to be one of my weekly treats.  A potter around other people discarded bibelots and mewing kittens in the background, occasionally the howling feral beast a little too close for comfort, but the times, such times I’ve had there, and finds!  Everything from an Hermes tie to slightly too large Turnbull and Asser shirt.  Books, bibelots, casual separates and strangers who, simply  put, have better breeding than that Goodwill lot.

Anyways, recently my weekly toodles through the jumble sales at the Humane Society have been a bit hard on the nerves.  The ladies who work there always seem to be at both ends of the candle, and you don’t have to look hard to see why.  Dizzy gen z volunteers who want to do good, but it is hard to separate the ones that really want to volunteer for the right reasons and the ones that just want to be around cats all day.  Neither sort can count and is completely lost if you pay with anything other than a card.

There are waves of indescribable guilt that wash over me if I ever leave the store without  buying something monumentally useless or breathtakingly tacky because it is for charity after all and the little furry charities and those are the only legitimate charities left, but lately it has been harder and harder to find something even ironically enchanting in the shop.

The poor overworked ladies who used to be so lighthearted and carefree now spend all their time  refereeing incompetent volunteers, dickering hillbillies, and AMSR tourists that it seemingly took them 2 months to move my Andrew and Fergie wedding memorabilia from the donation room to the floor and to say I saw stars wouldn’t really draw the scene, I was surrounded by Hobby Lobby bedazzle stars from the word go, but I gathered myself, forced myself not to repurchase my Andrew and Fergie pillbox, and found the most ridiculous glass encrusted bauble and walked to the register and purchased it just as soon as the lady finished showing a gentleman a broken figurine from the case behind the counter and quite nearly had waved goodbye to my afternoon’s long sobriety before I even got to my Subaru.