Originally Posted by cptjeff
The law of karma states that if you try to stiff a thrift store for a few bucks by waiting on an item, you're going to, and deserve to, get burned. Unless they're charging a wildly unreasonable amount, anyway.
My rule is that if I leave the store, I do it with the full expectation that I'll never see anything in it again. I often do see things again, but the good stuff can go surprisingly fast. I lost out on two nice overcoats I waffled over once, so now I make sure that I can make peace with myself if I pass on an item before I walk out.
To a point. If the jacket in question was something I wanted for myself, of course: You pull the trigger or forever hold your peace. This one was Nino Cerruti, from a Macy-level department store I suspect, and for flipping. My guess is, anything more than $25 will be gravy, and it could take awhile--you never know. It will cost $10-$12 to ship. If I pay full price of $5, the margin is uncomfortably tight, especially if my guess is wrong--there's something inexplicable that says losing $2.50 is no big deal but $5 is a disaster. So I gamble on stuff like this and more often than not, I win. If it disappears when I'm not around, no big deal. Seeing it worn by someone who was three sizes, at least, too big for it and wearing baggy basketball shorts and a t-shirt to boot, that's hard to take. At least as hard was walking away from a navy cashmere blazer at the same store this morning. I would've picked it up to flip (it didn't fit), but it had some smutz on a cuff, which would've meant cleaning it for $8 (really hard to flip anything with flaws, however easily fixed), which would've put the the outlay at $13 for a cashmere blazer that didn't fit with no labels except "Made In USA" and "100 Percent Cashmere" and an ILGWU tag--it really was a very nice jacket, but worthless on the secondary market given the lack of maker label and initial cost. That's the stuff that drives me crazy, but less and less so. Someone, not me, is going to end up with a really nice jacket for the price of a pizza, and I can live with that, so long as it's not going to end up as a post-Halloween vomit-encrusted costume.