I imagine a shriek, as a lone fondue fork pierces the palm of a thrift store customer reaching into a bin of Kitchen Implements, 50 Cents.Whoever donated the fondue fork (one, all alone) didn't worry that thrift store volunteers might skewer themselves unpacking the thing though.
No blood was lost, but I do marvel at the stuff people donate. A lot of it can go right into the Free Box, but not the dangerous stuff.
Most isn't dangerous, it's just dirty, broken, or useless. I can imagine the donor thinking, "Well, someone can use it."
I'm not sure who they are imagining needs...
scratched Tuppeware... with no lid
cookware with baked-on grease
picture frames with broken glass (to be fair, perhaps the glass was intact when it was put, unwrapped, into a paper bag to give away)
moldy pillows
mildewed rugs
cat hair-covered anything
half-burned birthday cake candles
and––really?–– stained underwear
