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Goodwill in Minnetonka, Minnesota is greedy and overpriced!!!
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So I got a box of vintage stuff for consignment from another member on Tuesday. Mostly outer-wear and jackets. I don't have any room in my office closet so I set up my rolling clothes rack in the basement and hung them up on there. Right next to the rack on top of a stack of boxes is an old telephone (40's rotary) I picked up a number of years ago and have been meaning to get it re-wired so I can plug it into a modern phone jack. Well, my wife was in the kitchen which is directly above the spot in the basement where I had the phone and the rack of clothes. I was in the garage un-clogging the leaves my lawn vacuum and she comes out looking scared and with obvious concern in her voice. She asks me to come into the kitchen and then asks if I hear that. I listen and hear the distinct ringing of an old telephone right below us through the heat vent in the floor. It was very loud too. I grew up with a phone like this so I can tell this from say, clanking in the ducts or something. No, this was that phone. Not plugged in or anything. Can't even be plugged in with the old-style 4 prong jack anyway. Freaked me out. I was scared to go down there but I wanted to get photos and descriptions done TODAY. Finished and then folded them up, put them in a big box and brought them to my brother's house for storage until the auctions end and it's time to ship.
We moved into our new place in May. Been perfectly fine with nothing out of the ordinary until yesterday, the day I hung the clothes up.
Got a really eerie feeling when I went down there to get them. Took the clothes (all vintage stuff. Very old post office uniform jacket, old hunting jackets and a college football jacket) to my brothers place a few hours ago. Went down there a little bit ago to get some packing materials and feels normal again.
Nat didnt you have another paranormal incident not too long ago? 2 years ago?
We moved into our new place in May. Been perfectly fine with nothing out of the ordinary until yesterday, the day I hung the clothes up.
Got a really eerie feeling when I went down there to get them. Took the clothes (all vintage stuff. Very old post office uniform jacket, old hunting jackets and a college football jacket) to my brothers place a few hours ago. Went down there a little bit ago to get some packing materials and feels normal again.
Damn it to hell. I was hoping they were another members items until I read this. Please dont send anything back if they dont sell. Also I am glad that I dont have a house phone
1st annual thrift thread bonfire/exorcism anyone?
That's why we love our super duper obscure SWnD pieces!That store is ridiculous. Employees are paid to read men's magazines and brush up on all the brands. They know everything from Loro Piana to Isaia. Even catching onto the smaller obscure labels and they can tell quality. Most employees will treat you worse if you're a regular.
I would have actually be scared to buy that if I saw the blood stains.
So I got a box of vintage stuff for consignment from another member on Tuesday. Mostly outer-wear and jackets. I don't have any room in my office closet so I set up my rolling clothes rack in the basement and hung them up on there. Right next to the rack on top of a stack of boxes is an old telephone (40's rotary) I picked up a number of years ago and have been meaning to get it re-wired so I can plug it into a modern phone jack. Well, my wife was in the kitchen which is directly above the spot in the basement where I had the phone and the rack of clothes. I was in the garage un-clogging the leaves my lawn vacuum and she comes out looking scared and with obvious concern in her voice. She asks me to come into the kitchen and then asks if I hear that. I listen and hear the distinct ringing of an old telephone right below us through the heat vent in the floor. It was very loud too. I grew up with a phone like this so I can tell this from say, clanking in the ducts or something. No, this was that phone. Not plugged in or anything. Can't even be plugged in with the old-style 4 prong jack anyway. Freaked me out. I was scared to go down there but I wanted to get photos and descriptions done TODAY. Finished and then folded them up, put them in a big box and brought them to my brother's house for storage until the auctions end and it's time to ship.