GOOD WILL AT THE GOODWILL

It Was Goodwill Sunday

You know how you think you're the only one that does it?  
I used to think that about myself.  Growing up with asthma there'd be times I would hunt a place to sit down.  I thought I was the only one that did that.  

Sometimes I'd even clear space on a bottom shelf in a store to sit on.  One time during a Black Friday in the 90's me and an African-American lady named Marilyn sat in the armchairs of the furniture section of Meijers and visited!  Well, here ya go, I'm sharing a photograph I took yesterday; a confirming photograph (some 30 years later) of how "I'm not the only one".

  

Meet Barbara, Dinah, and Jeff!
They looked so spiffy, all dolled up, and sparkly!  Oh, the sparkles!  
First, I asked if I could take their picture. "Yah, sure", "Go ahead," "Whada she say?"  

Barbara's blouse was all silvery glitz.
Dinah's had shiney rhinestones all over it, and her bracelet, watch, and necklace all sparkled with different colors.
When I told Jeff his vest shined, too, that it was shimmery, he said, "Wha?"

So, I showed him the photograph on my phone and wife Dinah leaned right to explain.

A bit louder, Dinah said, "She said we're bright and shiny."  

With a cheeky grin he tipped his head down, "She's talking about my bald head!"  

They had been to church, had their Sunday dinner, and came to the Goodwill to sit in the air conditioning to finish their drinks. They, also, had picked the softest seats in the store, chuckle.

I should've taken another photograph because there were three, did I say 3?  Yes, I said 3, carts; one for each of them, with purchases stuffed to the brim!  And they were so happy, so content with themselves.  I asked, "Are you neighbors, friends or what?"  

"Yes", "Uh huh," "I can't hear her."

Are you relatives?  Giggles and chuckles, "Oh yes",  "We're family, yep, we're family."  And a big grin from the far end.

Jayden, my 9 y.o. grandson, was with me.  We were on the hunt for a side table, and he was going to check the toy section.  Jayden, in his blue shirt, gave a low wave, and said, "Good bye, have a good time."

They smiled,  "He's a good boy."   "Isn't that sweet?"  And, "Whada they say?"

Raising my voice a bit and with my own wave said, "Have a good day!"

Chuckling, I thought, "Good will for everyone.  Good will at the Goodwill."