True story:
Today I went to Rag-o-Rama in the Loop to sell some old clothes that I don’t wear anymore. I figure its better than sitting in my closet gathering dust. I wait in line for a bit to have them check my clothes out. I notice those River Front Times “Best of …” awards on the wall, one for best vitage clothing short another for best place to buy used clothes from various years. It’s my turn and I walk up and they begin to inspect. None of my clothes pass! The lady at the counter tells me “We look to purchase new, more recent styles and your items are too old.” I take my clothes and leave before I make a scene. Don’t get me wrong but I really like Rag-o-Rama and will continue to shop there. But it is a V-I-N-T-A-G-E clothing store, the clothes are suppose to be old. Not a big deal, but if I take these clothes to Good Will and they don’t accept them someone is going to hear about it.
Thats all. I’m done. Some days I feel like Andy Rooney.
damn. your clothes must really stink if a vintage store won’t take ‘em. what is that stuff, OP?
Nah, it wasn’t anything gross looking. A couple things were from Express, so I don’t have a clue.
Hey listen, those girls behind the counter inspecting the clothes are snotty bitches, and no nothing of fashion. They only look at you before they look at the clothes and decide if they want them or not. Case in point: I brought in a ton of stuff, year old Doc Martins (newer style) some Banana Republic stuff, DKNY, Gap Jeans, H&M, Express stuff and some Todd Oldham jeans. The girl behind the counter picked up my bag and said-”Is this your stuff?” She barely looked through it, and said “yeah we can’t take any of this, these are the wrong styles” Little did she know, two of the items were purchased from Rag o Rama two weeks prior, and I just decided I couldn’t use them. She just took one look at me ( I was in my work clothes) and decided I wasn’t cool enough to sell clothes there. Just because I don’t wear blue fingernail polish and have my lip pierced.