I just did something I've always wanted to do! I got in a fight! In the Salvation Army parking lot! And I won! You think I'd be posting about it if I lost? It's all because of this book:
I borrowed this book from the library because I thought it might give me the kick in the pants I needed to get organized. And it did, sort of. Even though I really don't need a book to tell me to get rid of the stuff I don't need, there was a good hint about taking cast-offs to the thrift store right away instead of sticking them in the basement or driving around with them in your trunk. Both of which I tend to do.
*imagine a picture here of me loading boxes into my Subaru*
So I took a bunch of kids clothes and books, and some marginal Christmas decorations from auction boxes, and the unwanted buttons I sorted through a few weeks ago, and I drove straight to the thrift store. Oh, sorry, I forgot the picture:
*imagine a picture here with closeups of the boxes: Old Navy shirts, cargo pants, kids' books, plain glass Christmas balls, tub of buttons*
I went to the counter at the Salvation Army and got my receipt. Then I drove out back to the loading dock. And as I was unloading my boxes, I noticed a van pull up and kind of circle around.
*imagine soundtrack: vaguely ominous music*
*imagine picture: gold Windstar, unattractive man driving slowly, gawking out the window*
And I guessed what he was up to. He wasn't dropping off donations. He was looking to steal them off the dock. And sure enough, as soon as I pulled away, he pulled up.
*imagine picture: bald, badly dressed man slides his chubby body out of driver's seat, stubs out his cigarette, starts picking up the stuff I just donated*
*next picture: Subaru screeches to a halt, sideways in the parking lot; extremely attractive, well-coiffed and -dressed woman gets out*
I pointed my finger at him. "You put that down!" I yelled. He had the tub of buttons in his hand. The buttons!
"Huh?" he asks.
"Put that down! That's not for you!"
"I'm just looking at it," he said.
"I don't believe you," I said.
"I don't care what you think," he said. But he put down the buttons and waddled back to his van. Ha!
*imagine picture: van pulls away, woman gives driver a stern look*
Lemme tell you: It is fun to point your finger and yell loudly across a parking lot at a thief. It is exhilarating to embarrass somebody who would stoop so low as to steal donations from a charity. It would be mean if he'd been somebody so needy he had to steal clothes for his kids, but this guy had all the signs of somebody who knew what he was looking for and does this on a regular basis.
Oh, and one more thing: It would be really stupid to confront a stranger in a parking lot if you weren't a safe distance away. Which I was.
So now my junk is gone, and my house is a little tidier. And I feel good about standing my ground, but a little rattled. I usually manage to get my errands done without a confrontation.
I feel like I'm making progress on creating order, but I think I have more work to do on the reducing stress end of things.