junk store hopping and shopping
Junk store hopping and shopping
Junk stores are those Salvation Army and or Goodwill sort of stores that usually wiggle out of paying taxes because they claim a non-profit status. Nevertheless, they get one hundred percent of their inventory from donations and only they know where all the “takings” from their “doings” wind up. Inventory from donations more likely than not, is how they are able to sell so much cheaper than other stores that are not so fortunate.
Some folks don’t care to shop in a so called “used clothing store” regardless of the savings they may experience, but if one just happens to stop by one of those kinds of stores, one would notice that some pretty classy people can be seen shopping there. However, there is a trick to a successful shopping trip for clothes or other items at a junk store, and that is, to be selective about what side of town the store is located. For instance, since all junk stores’ inventory comes from donations, the best quality of clothing donated will come from the “well to do”, if you will. Therefore, if you are in a major city, and since several of these stores are located around the city, guess what?, shop at the store nearest the wealthiest side of town. You will most likely find some super buys there, because the “well to do” does give a lot to those stores so they can claim a tax write off, and its usually good quality stuff.
Although, clothing is “the big selling item” in a junk store, the best bargain yet, might be a piece of furniture. Again, on the uppity side of town is the place to look if one wants a good chair or sofa at a steal, that is, when compared to the price of the same item in a furniture store. On one occasion when shopping for a good recliner chair, I stopped in at a Salvation Army store and walked into a “Lazy boy” recliner that was absolutely in excellent shape for thirty-five dollars. I had recently checked the price for the exact same model in a furniture store, and it was over seven hundred dollars.
Buying a piece of appliance is a little trickier yet, unlike a chair that one may lean over and inspect, a motor driven piece of appliance may be too cumbersome, and all items are sold “as is”. However, some stores have means to demonstrate the appliance and they usually will.
When it comes to the kitchen, and say one wants to furnish a rental piece of property, twenty dollars will usually do the trick. Dinnerware, silverware, and every kitchen gadget imaginable is available for somewhere around fifteen per cent of the cost at your Wal-mart store.
Last, but not least is sporting goods and luggage. Recently I needed some extra sleeping bags for a camping trip, so I stopped by my ole favorite junk store and “alas” there stacked in a corner in the sporting goods department was a matching pair of seventy-nine dollar apiece premium bags that I bought for four dollars each, they looked new. I took them by the laundry and a lady there washed and dried them for another eight bucks.
I recently took a trip from the east to the west coast and back wearing a backpack and carrying a shoulder bag that weighed about forty pounds. It did not take a rocket scientist long to immediately realize that was not the way to travel. The airport was full of people pulling little rectangular zip up hard pieces of luggage on wheels that would fold up and store in the overhead compartments. My shoulder bag would store there too, but it did not have wheels. Those little wheeled pieces of luggage were priced at one hundred and fifty dollars and up. As I was walking out of my favorite junk store carrying my two sleeping bags I noticed a corner full of luggage. And the second thing I noticed was about six of those little wheeled pieces of luggage stacked on a higher shelf. Immediately, I told the lady behind the cash register that I want to leave my bags there while I looked at the luggage. She asked what type I was looking for and I told her one with wheels, and she said that there was plenty over there and to take my pick for one dollar. I examined and discarded down to two, and then down to one. I must say that I was tickled pink.