Unpredictably Predictable

Unpredictably Predictable
I wrote recently about “Black Swan” times.  When things happen that were totally unpredictable.
Conversely there are days that go exactly as they have been planned.  Yesterday was such a day.
As is the case on certain days we have a market.  We are totally dependent on others to provide stock for sale.  As has been said before, everything is $2.  Items may be, and often are, worth way more than that but there are bargains to be had.  Any monies made goes to a food pantry our church runs.
We run for 90 minutes and have a goal of $30 a day.  Normally most stuff that is going to be bought is bought by the initial people at the market.  Yesterday it was like a steady stream.  Also people donated things though out the time we were open, and there was fresh stock continually.
What people tend to do is donate good things that were to be disposed.  Sometimes they were to go to another charity and sometimes to the dump.  What we endeavour to do is provide these things to others at incredibly reasonable prices.  This saves land fill and gives items that deserve it, another life.  From the way people purchase stuff, what is done is what is needed.
Anyway yesterday was a $54 day.  That is good.  We were happy, the customers were happy, and the pantry was happy.
There was one lady who came who made me laugh. (A highlight for Merril and I is the chats we have.  People that have been totally closed, open up, and it is great to be seen as a familiar face and friend.)
This lady was telling us about clearing her house out.  She is fairly ruthless, and others have her make decisions on things they may tend to hold on to.  We had what could only be regarded as a little vintage radio.  It ended up being bought by a lady who was getting it for someone she knew out west that were not into modern high-tech items, but things that simply worked.  I tested it and showed it worked and she got it.
Anyway that prompted a discussion with this lady who is just after things that simply work.  She was saying she got a hairbrush from another charity. Ok as hairbrushes go apparently it was a good one.  The thing was, when she got it home her son declared she had gotten a particular brand name.
She was agog and declared “it has a name!!?”  To her a hairbrush is a hairbrush.  To him it was a desirable hairbrush due to its make.
Who would have known?  Not me for sure.  To me a hairbrush is a hairbrush.  Though truth be known I really do not have much need of a hairbrush.
Ok not earth shattering but to me interesting and humorous.  Being pleasantly surprised by people has become predictable in what is often a predictable day with some unpredictable outcomes.