That is a toughie, because I never buy retail.
Maybe it is something in my D.N.A. or the way I was raised around survivors of the 1930s and dobya dobya two.
I seem to be constitutionality unable to not ask for a discount while using my coupons:
"Law Enforcement? Geezer? Native Oregonian? How about blond -and-blue discount? Close personal friend of an employee?"
."I sort a stack of lumber until I find a busted corner, a strap dig, or other flaw, then make an offer.
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But the corporate stores, not for me.
Eugene, Oregon has local-owned family-operated wholesale re-sellers of salvage.
If your cost is a yard, I doubt I would pay more than a tenner.
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But I am retired, plenty of time to scrounge and get to know the staff.
Heck, getting to know the staff is half the fun of shopping.
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An aside:
On the survey, I left a nice review of the exceptional kosher at a BigLots bargain/close-out epartment store in Thurston, about twenty miles from the farm.
Great personality, great eye contact, a genuine person.
(My four Irish grandparents would say she has 'craic', that winning combination of fun and interesting.)
'Amber' helped me load two carts of great cheap stuff, donned an orange vest, then manouvered my second cart out to the truck with me.
I thought this was above-and-beyond, and I said so in the survey.
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Months later, I am entering the BigLots in Eugene -- twenty miles from the Thurston store -- and 'Amber' hollers out my name with a yuge grin and wave.
We got to shootin' the breeze again, and turns out my review got her a promotion and a raise.
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You never know.
