The Gilberts' Goodwill

Every year or so when the house gets cleaned, we donate our clothes (which we buy second-hand) back to Goodwill. We load the car up within a week of bagging the clothes, a timeframe worthy of the self-congratulatory celebrations which often render us too tired to actually drop off the bags. And by the time we remember and forget they exist several times, the bags begin claiming squatters rights to our back seat. When we happen to be in the CVS parking lot, getting chocolate or whatnot, we realize the drop-off bins are only 3 parking spaces away, so we may as well finally do it. But by then, we need to go through them again to make sure we didn't get carried away cleaning out our closets. Which then results in my mother finding long lost sweaters and chucking them sentimentally back into the car, where they will again take up residence until winter comes around and she looks for something to warm her shoulders. She'll then wear it as she ventures into the spare-room where she keeps unused clothes to see what else she’ll find, and leaves the sweater behind. And so the cycle continues, a well-oiled machine.