Oldmare, I almost fell out of my chair d/t laughing my a&& off when you mentioned the scrub pants with the worn-out crotch.
I feel I simply must add to the list of things to sell on Ebay:
*Several scrub tops that are so faded from repeated washings in whatever detergent's on sale that you can't tell what the original pattern was (and a couple of them might have some sweat stains, if you're lucky)
*A name-tag holder on an elastic pulley-type contraption that whizzes back and pops me in the face when the old people grab my name tag and say, "what's your name again, honey??"
*A couple of worn-out pairs of Crocs (but still comfortable) that someone has undoubtedly pooped on in the three years I've been wearing them
...oh, i digress. I believe it may be past my bedtime.
That is so gross!! That is one item that should never be purchased second-hand. With the exception of baby shoes for babies that did not walk, and it was only for show. Everyone's feet are different and mold to shoes in certain area. I could never understand shoes being sold in second hand stores, unless they were never worn. And, the big gross factor of people sweating in their shoes from all the running. Yuck, yuck, yuck!!!
Oh, and the underwear. eww! I guess there all kinds of people in this world, huh? Are these people serious?
I love getting a good deal from a garage sale here and there. But, if anyone had those items for sale, I would run as fast as I could!
You should should see the grotty old shoes the trendy japanese guys scoop up at the rose Bowl in Pasadena along with Levi's that haven't been washed since the 70's
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oldladyRN
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Oldmare, I almost fell out of my chair d/t laughing my a&& off when you mentioned the scrub pants with the worn-out crotch.
I feel I simply must add to the list of things to sell on Ebay:
*Several scrub tops that are so faded from repeated washings in whatever detergent's on sale that you can't tell what the original pattern was (and a couple of them might have some sweat stains, if you're lucky)
*A name-tag holder on an elastic pulley-type contraption that whizzes back and pops me in the face when the old people grab my name tag and say, "what's your name again, honey??"
*A couple of worn-out pairs of Crocs (but still comfortable) that someone has undoubtedly pooped on in the three years I've been wearing them
...oh, i digress. I believe it may be past my bedtime.