So, we took some clothes to Good Will today. One of our roommates moved Taiwan or Thailand or something with a T in Asia. As a result, it was cost prohibitive for him to ship off all his stuff. So he ending up leaving a lot of it! Some was pretty cool, like exercise equipment and a nice desk. Most was super random like a juicer which we will never use, some super expensive looking olive oil, and random computer bits and cords we don't know what they go to.
Of course the clothes were the most massive. We wound up with five trash bags full of them and a lot of the clothes were brand spankin' new in packaging or with tags still attached. My first thought was that I wanted to sell them. We could have probably made a bit off of a yard sale and then taken the rest to a consignment store.
Then I thought, well, what if we take these nice clothes to Good Will and a guy who is super down on his luck finds the perfect interview outfit that our roommate paid $50 for and he's getting for $6. Then he feels super confident about the find and himself and he nails the interview and gets a nice job and can afford to feed his 30 little crying babies.
Then I thought, holy crap that would give me so much good karma that I'm totally going to win the lottery, we should totally take these to Good Will...and, you know, kind of ruined the whole 'to help my fellow man' thing I had going for five seconds.
Also I sold an exercise bike he left to a poor old lady grandma for only $20. That had to be worth a lot of imaginary points.
I have good karma out the butt now people. My farts will expel good karma onto anyone in their way!