Pretend you are driving along, listening to the radio, and all of a sudden you hear a very excited youngster asking if you would like to receive money in exchange for your gently used clothing. Sounds intruiging, right? Everybody likes money, right? You start thinking about all of the clothes that you have acquired over the years that you just haven’t been able to let go of….until now. Not only can you get rid of those gently used items that you haven’t worn in years, but you can make some money in the process. You go home and start going through every drawer and closet in search of things to sell to Plato’s Closet.
Not only do you have gently used clothes, but you have some brands that the kids are really into these days: Gap, Forever 21, Express, Abercrombie. You are stylish, and there is no way that they will turn down your items. You and your clothes are way too cool for rejection. So, you load up your car and head on over to Plato’s Closet, willing away any doubt that your clothes won’t be accepted.
Upon arrival, you feel two things, depending on your age. You see the children behind the register, and instantly feel too old to be there. Also, you really start questioning your clothes. The following feeling, which involved both of the aforementioned feelings is one of anger at the fact that these somewhat unfriendly children are the ones who are going to be judging your clothes. Yes, they are instructed on what to accept, but you secretly feel like they have no rules to go by, except to judge, judge, judge.
After filling out a sheet of paper, you are asked to wait in the store. You walk around for a bit, and see them finally get to your bag. “Don’t look at them,” you tell yourself, but you really can’t help it. You watch them pull your clothes out, discuss them loudly with each other, and then put everything back into your bag, and feel your heart sink as they call you over and tell you that your clothes are too old for them to accept. Defeated, you storm out and go home. The radio add said nothing about there being an age limit on your clothes. You go home and vow to fnd this information that was so conveniently left out on the radio. You google Plato’s Closet, and find out that if it has been more than a year and a half since you the items came into your life, then you are out of luck. You think about writing a strongly worded letter, asking the folks at Plato’s Closet to please amend their radio spots…but you decide that a lesson has been learned…The lesson being that you should do something useful and donate your clothes to charity.