I wonder if the innocent workers at D.I. even had an idea what that was? And it makes me wonder why anyone would donate something like that to D.I. As a joke? for the shock value?
My first trip to a DI store, with a friend, resulted in the following 'finds':
A badly mildewed 1st addition of the BoM. When I tried to explain to the clerk that it should be thrown away before it had a chance to do the same to the other books in the locked glass counter, the female clerk just looked at me, without comprehending what it was that had me upset with the book. (Our bk.store hired persons that couldn't think well enough to have a regular job, and were hired as a charity case.)
I noticed a man that had all the BoM's in the book area who had gathered the whole lot of them in his arms, removing them from a fate worse than death--condemned to a thrift store! Obviously, he felt he knew what to do with these misfits, probably giving them away, even though they had red-underlines in them, and other inked marks.
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Years later, we took a trip to Utah to see my sister and her family. They took us to a "thrift" store 1/2 block away from downtown, and was showing their offerings. All the isle were immaculate, and prices were not cheep. The store was just a block from their SLC downtown area, and not likely to get customers from the richer area of town. In reality, it was just a showcase, met to impress ignorant tourists. The only people in the store, were us.
This store had near-new cloths and shoes to offer, among which my husband bought some old high-top boots--as we were expected to take care of their prolific 1/2 acre home food garden while they were gone. Rows and rows of food stuff growing on a half-acre of property.
We also had to be taught about the water use supply for their food garden, which they took turns with other home-farmers to use. One family would "get" the water on one day and time, and another farmer would get it on another--including on Sundays! (knotty, knotty.)