The Salvation Army part II
I just reposted a story about my mom at the Salvation Army a few months ago. Just thought I would update on Marlene and her love affair with America's favorite thrift store.
Yesterday, I went over Mom's house for dinner. She was dressed in a cool velveteen sweater vest. I commented on how much I liked it and then inquired if she purchased it at the Salvation Army. She proudly said she did.
"I gotta show you something," she said, walking to the front hall.
She opened up the front hall where she keeps her coats. She rummaged around and took out a fur coat. She put it on and turned around, displaying it like a fashion model.
"Guess how much?", she asked. This is her favorite game. You are supposed to guess how much she paid for something. The thing is you are supposed to over-guess the price, then she tells you the price and you are supposed to be surprised. It's like a bizarre "Price is Right" game.
I knew how much the coat cost because my dad told me on Sunday when we went out last minute Christmas shopping. According to him, she bought the coat on Saturday and was so amazed at the price and quality of the coat that she wore it around the house.
"Seven bucks," I said. I thought that was how much Dad said.
She made her face. "No, eight."
I could tell she was disappointed that I had guessed near the price.
"And in the pockets...guess what I found." Okay, time for round two.
This I had no clue about. "Um, ten dollars."
"No," she said, pulling something out of the pocket, "Leather gloves."
"Wow."
"And it only cost eight dollars...with my senior discount."
