Jerks & Irks XXIV: Purple Heart Taking Some Heat

Apologies for my absence folks. I was, ahem, under the weather, all last week. And by under the weather, I mean I felt like a tornado raked me over. Then a monsoon drenched me. Then an earthquake cracked open the ground and swallowed me whole. I managed to crawl out of the muck yesterday and I feel much better now.

So back to our regularly scheduled programming…

Besides being irked by my overall state of general malaise, I was also annoyed by trying to do some good in the world. Observe:

During my illness, I scheduled a date for Purple Heart to drop by the house and pick up a nice little donation. When you’re confined to the house with minimal energy, it’s amazing the things you remember to do that had previously fallen by the wayside. So, anyway, months ago we received a flyer advertising their amazing service: put your donation at the curb, they pick it up, leave you a receipt. Bing, Bang, Boom, Done.

I already had some things put aside, so I scheduled the pick-up for this past Friday. They said the donation would be picked up around 7am, so I put out two bags of clothes and three boxes of books the night before. When I woke up at 8 the next day, my things were still there. No big deal. Then it started to rain. Like really rain. Remember that monsoon I referred to earlier? Yeah, it rained pretty hard. I watched from the bedroom window with clenched teeth as my donation was soaked through and through. I lost so much precious sleep. I bet I would’ve gotten better sooner had I been able to rest.

They said they would be there at 7am!

I think they came around late afternoon. 3pm maybe? They removed the books from the boxes and left the boxes strewn across the grass at the curb. Rude!

Then, when my husband came home from work to bring me some soup, mac-n-cheese, and goldfish crackers (Yes, Hubby-pants is awesome like that), he said they left the receipt in one of the wet cardboard boxes. Mind you, it’s a doorknob hanger of a receipt. As in, it has a hole in it to hang on the donor’s doorknob. So why was it left carelessly in the trashed boxes?

I went back to the website 24 hours later, looking for an actual receipt, one with an itemized list of what I donated. The website had a printed version of the doorknob hanger. What the frick, guys?

Next time I’ll just write a check to the Purple Heart. Donating sucked.

(For the record though, Purple Heart as an organization does plenty good. They resell the items you donate to thrift stores and the proceeds go to Veterans and their families. A noble cause. But, like I said, next time I’ll just write a check.)


12 thoughts on “Jerks & Irks XXIV: Purple Heart Taking Some Heat

  1. Oh honey, I hope you feel better soon (((((hugs)))))

    I remember lugging some black bags to my local Oxfam only to have the woman open them in the middle of the store and start pulling things out saying we don’t take this and we don’t take that. I walked out and left her to it! Needless to say I never donated to them again!


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