Bitter sweet because I’m pretty sure this means we lost real one. RIP
It’s church thrift store run by elderly people and they get overwhelmed and will just toss anything on a whim. They practically give away the stuff they do sell.
Bitter sweet because I’m pretty sure this means we lost real one. RIP
It’s church thrift store run by elderly people and they get overwhelmed and will just toss anything on a whim. They practically give away the stuff they do sell.
Seeing this reminds me that, when I moved out on my own back in the '00s my mom held onto EVERYTHING from my 80s-90s childhood and practically hermetically sealed it in my old room, except for things I’m actually nostalgic for.
Big box pc games and cartridges? Garbage. GI Joes and Star Wars figures and Legos? Sent to spoiled baby cousin. 500 lbs of worthless nonsport trading cards and water damaged comics? Just like you left them, honey!
A lot of stuff happened after I left home. Ten years later came back to find my Mega Drive in a shed that had a rotted out floor and had sat in there for at least a decade of winters.
It still turns on.
When I moved out of my parents house, I couldn’t carry a bag of stuff so I left it to pick it up a few days later. Inside the bag was a Sega Genesis, my PS1, all the cables, and a bunch of games for both. I also left a plastic bag full of stuff to the local secondhand store. My mum wanted to take it to the store for me, so I made sure to tell her it’s the plastic bag, not the other bag. Well, the other bag wasn’t there a few days later. She’d gotten confused and brought the wrong bag.
Just reading this makes me irrationally angry. I’m sorry for your loss.