Am I the only one that takes offense to this?

Has anyone heard of Buffalo Exchange?

It's this store where you can Buy, Sell or Trade gently used clothing.

When I was introduced to Buffalo, I basically thought it was the best invention ever.

So as of late, I've been in my "purging" phase and wanting to get rid of a lot of clothes and purses that have been sitting in my closet forever, never being used.

I thought Buffalo would be the perfect opportunity!

It's like Goodwill, but I get MONEY out of it!

What I didn't realize was the anxiety and the scrutiny I would feel upon entering that store with my bags full of old clothes. Clothes that I paid good, hard money for. Clothes that I hand-selected to reflect my style, my personality. Clothes that I was sure the lady at Buffalo Exchange would jump at the chance to buy from me, thanking me profusely, with maybe one single happy tear shed.

Boy, was I wrong. So wrong.

I walked up to the counter, several bags in tow, smile on my face, dollar signs in my eyes.

I was so sure that 80% of what I had to offer would be snatched up.

Let the games begin.

She quickly started pulling items out of my bag.

Ooh, she grabbed my H&M faux leather jacket. That's for sure a winner - - wait, what? Why is she putting it back? Why isn't she tagging that shiz for keeps? That bi-atch! Does she think she's better than me? Is my stuff not good enough for this store?

Okay, okay...now she grabbed the Gucci bag. Why is she inspecting it like it's not real? Doesn't she know I'm Asian and would only give her the real stuff? Now she's calling over an associate to inspect it. This is embarrassing people. {gasp!} She put that back too! She's not taking it? What the...

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That torture continued for another 30 minutes.

And you know what she took after raiding 4 large bags full of my precious items?

One dress.

One dress that she said was a tank top {probably so she wouldn't have to pay me as much}.

You know what I got for that one dress that cost me $50 retail?

$4.75 in cash or $6.25 in store credit.

I almost threw up right then and there.

I slowly grabbed my rejected clothes, tail between my legs, head bowed in shame, and took the store credit.

{To which V Dizzle put towards a lovely new pair of pants.}

I don't know if I have the courage to go back there again.

Maybe Goodwill is the place to go.

At least there, they'll make me feel like my things are made of gold and lined with precious diamonds.

Anyway, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

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xoxo

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