The other day I had a pair of damage returns
One looked like they’d wrecked it themselves and wanted a new one
One had a tiny hole in the front
My manager showed me how to remove them from inventory
And then said “you might not like this” and ripped the clothes to shreds
He was right
I didn’t like this
My thoughts went to the label
Made in Bangladesh
And how the probably young person that made it could probably have used a shirt
Perhaps the sweater
Then to the cold on my own streets
That probably wouldn’t have cared the label was ripped out
And what do I do?
I can’t do that
But my manager said they caught someone donating damaged items and they got fired
But I cannot destroy a perfectly good piece of clothing
It’s practically against my religion
Destroying something someone else could have used
And that’s capitalism
The Big Man will sell his items for 97¢ final sale
As long as he gets a dollar
But would rather destroy the imperfect items than give to those who need it
I’ve probably broken some confidentiality agreement
But how do you stay silent about this?
I was almost sick
This world is so wrong
Someone needed those things
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