Shopping at HomeGoods is my happy place. While other people do hot yoga or vacation in the tropics, I ... wander the aisles of ombré-organized throw pillows, side tables, and Rae Dunn ceramics and envision the perfect addition to round out my bookshelf. Or bring myself one step closer to hoarder status, if you ask my husband.
It's probably the sort of thing you shouldn't admit — a moment of zen found window shopping? Really, that's your life?! — but I might as well get that out of the way, so you can understand the one thing that seriously irks me. And, I'd wager, you've seen it too.
At HomeGoods stores all over the U.S. — from New York to California, to Florida — I've noticed it, nestled in among the tchotchkes. Once you zero in on it, you can't unsee it. And you can't really believe someone would do this. Yet, there it appears, again and again: Somebody's empty Starbucks cup, water bottle, or discarded Slurpee — complete with a sugar-sludge drip drying down the edge — just tucked away on the shelf.
It's the sort of thing that makes you go, "Your momma doesn't live here!" to the offending drink-ditcher, but then again, WHO WOULD DO THIS TO THEIR MOMMA?! Who treats a store shelf as their personal garbage disposal, especially when most of these stores have garbage cans right outside?!
It's not a sign that the stores are dirty, either. Anyone who's walked into HomeGoods right when it opens — then wandered the aisles oh, 18 minutes later, can attest to the ways people rummage through and ravage the shelves. It'd be hard for any staff to keep up with that.
But dealing with your trash, too?! The problem isn't confined to HomeGoods, either. It's common in all kinds of stores. For proof, see this 's post, which shows a discarded Frappuccino on a Target shelf, alongside the caption "Julie is a b*tch."
One commenter came up with a compelling story to make a case for Julie, the alleged drink-dropper (if the name on the cup is indeed that of the offender), suggesting she had to put down her Frapp quickly to prevent a child from being abducted. During the struggle, "Julie was mortally wounded. As she lay dying, her last words were, 'Put my Frappuccino cup in the rubbish for me.' Nobody heard her."
Well, now I feel like a jerk 1,000 times over. I guess I'll just stop complaining and throw away the stinkin' cup.
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